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tears collect along her lower lids and spill down her cheeks. She began to shake against him. He pulled her tightly to his chest, managing somehow to shift them both to his side without landing on the deck, and let her cry, stroking her back in an attempt at comfort while he tried to figure out what the problem was.
    "You've never cheated on Pete before, have you?"
    "That's how it feels," she wailed, pressing her face tightly against his neck.
    Her hot tears burned like his conscience as he considered her words. It felt like cheating because that's what they'd done. "Will you tell him?" He was only now realizing the potential ramifications of his actions. He'd never fucked a married woman before.
    "He can probably see us," she sobbed.
    Oh, fuck.
    The heavy beat in Colton's chest halted, stuttered back to life and revved to near redline. He tried to peer into the French doors which opened onto the deck from this end of the house, but couldn't see inside for the lace covering the glass. And God help him, his cock was still buried inside her clenching pussy.
    "Where is he?" he asked, wanting to let her go but she was holding him too tight in her anguish. "I thought you meant he wasn't home, Lila." He tried to recall her exact words as her head came off his shoulder and she pulled away to look him in the eye.
    "You don't read the obituaries, I take it." Her lips trembled as sunlight sparkled off her tears.
    Yes, safe! Wait. What?
    Oh, fuck no.
    Apparently, Pete had died and all of Colton's experience and his instincts told him he was the first man she'd been with since. The knowledge he'd been right about her pierced him and he firmly replaced her on the pedestal she hadn't damn deserved to be evicted from. Tenderness unfurled in his chest as he gently wiped her cheeks with his knuckle. "No, sweetheart, I didn't know. But I should have known you wouldn't cheat. Cry as long as you need to, Lila. I won't let you go, baby." He pressed her head against his shoulder again, letting his fingers finally revel in the silk of her hair as he gently massaged her neck and stroked her back, his heart aching for her loss and her sobs tearing at his soul.
    As she shuddered in his arms, he reviewed his performance, his horror returning when he realized he'd have probably treated pussy he'd paid for better than he'd done his dream woman. Not that he'd ever paid for it, but still. He'd let anger and his lust take over, had possibly even hurt her, physically and mentally.
    And though she was unblemished, he was not.
    "You have no idea how long I've wanted you, do you Lila?" he murmured, needing to explain why he'd been the one willing to commit adultery. The devil knew his weakness well, tempting him with the only woman in town he'd sin to have.
    "Oh, Colton," she said, pulling away again to look him in the eyes. "You don't have to say that. You tried to go and I dared you to leave, but you were always the pick of the De Marco litter as far as I was concerned. We both know this was a pity fuck for you, one I'm grateful for." When he would have protested, she put her hand across his mouth. "But if it's okay with you, let's figure out how to get off this chaise in one piece. I've never used a condom before and I think I hate them. I want to wash my face, fix us a glass of tea and find out why you showed up in my hour of need. It must be important if you let me turn you into my personal sex toy."
    It was such an amazing collection of statements he didn't know what to say. Never used a condom? He marveled at that alone; he'd think over the rest of her words later. Forgetting them wasn't a concern; everything about the woman was branded in his brain.
    He stripped off the condom and tied the end, picking up his clothes and holding his tongue as he trailed her into the house. She hadn't brought so much as a robe outside, he realized as he watched her very nice ass precede him. This proof that Lila was comfortable in her own skin was such a fucking turn-on.