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hungrily to distract him from the other man. The distraction worked. Liam twisted his hands in her hair and bucked beneath her, pushing hard into her mouth. His heavy grunt was followed by a long moan. His cock flexed against her tongue and his familiar, slightly bitter taste flooded her mouth.
    As if Liam’s climax were a signal, Hunter withdrew. Kat didn’t have time to object before he yanked her from Liam’s lap and pulled her down to the floor. She braced her hands against the cool wood and held her breath, unsure of Hunter’s next move.
    He sank to his knees between her legs and hauled her backward by the hips. Kat tried to look at Liam but she couldn’t see him past Hunter’s shoulder. And then she didn’t care. Hunter’s cock rammed deep and he draped his broad chest over her back, covering her with his bigger body.
    A sharp lance of heat spiked up her spine and exploded behind her eyes. Her moan echoed in her ears, drowning out the heavy drumbeat of her pulse. As Hunter’s strokes shortened and became more erratic, he once again found the trigger spot between her thighs. The first quick pet stole her breath and the second sent her over the edge.
    Kat gasped with the force of her climax, and again with the force of Hunter’s. He jerked within her and shoved deep, his groin sealed tight against her ass. His cock thickened with the force of his release. The wave of it rolled through her, setting off aftershocks and stealing her strength. She went completely limp, folding down to the floor with Hunter’s weight at her back.
    A stillness fell over the kitchen, punctuated by the chorus of their ragged breathing. Hunter’s heartbeat against her back provided the bass line. Eyes closed, Kat tried to memorize the rhythm.
    Liam moved first. The chair creaked as he shifted his weight. Behind her, Hunter tensed. He withdrew his softening member and climbed to his feet. Kat shivered on the floor, the air cold against her back. She didn’t have the first clue what to do next.
    Hunter broke their post-coital tableau. His zipper rasped in the silence, followed by the sound of the trash can opening and closing.
    One of the kitchen chairs scraped loudly on the linoleum as Hunter knocked it out of the way. He strode from the room without a word.
    Kat released a ragged breath. She looked up at Liam, whose mouth was bracketed by deep frown lines. “We shouldn’t have done this.”
    “No,” Liam said. “This is exactly what we should have done. We’re just a decade too late.”
    Cradling the ache Hunter had left in her body, Kat straightened and sat back on her heels. “Now what?”
    The sound of the front closet opening galvanized her into action. She leaped to her feet and took two steps toward the door before she looked back at Liam.
    “Go ahead and go to him.”
    She searched her husband’s eyes for a sign that he meant something other than the words he spoke, but she found no hint of double meaning. That was one of the many things she loved about Liam. He meant what he said and said what he meant. She never feared stepping into a verbal or emotional trap with him.
    With Liam’s blessing, she whirled and chased after Hunter. He’d run once. She knew in her gut if she let him leave now he’d run again. He was just opening the door, and a frigid wind blew in, snaking around his big body and slicing across her bare skin. Reminded of how little she wore, Kat dove around Hunter and threw herself against the door, slamming it closed.
    The forceful move jerked Hunter’s hand from the knob. He took half a step back.
    “Don’t go. Liam doesn’t—please. I don’t want you to go.”
    Hunter’s knuckles gleamed white as he clenched his fists. He didn’t look at her, fixing his gaze on the door over her head. “You’re married.”
    “I still don’t want you to go. Please stay. I don’t want you to go. I never wanted you to go.”
    “You are a married woman. You took vows.” He lowered his gaze a fraction to