Page 116 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

“I just want to sleep with you.”

My voice is low. Almost fragile.

Without a word, he shifts aside and lifts the covers.

A silent invitation.

I slide in beside him.

And immediately, his warmth envelops me, unsettling and familiar all at once.

I move even closer.

We adjust naturally to each other, as though two years had never separated us.

As though everything always leads us back here.

To him. To me. To us.

To this moment.

His nose brushes my neck, and a shiver runs through me. He breathes slowly, deeply, as if trying to absorb me into himself. His hand strokes my back without ever crossing the line. And somehow, that’s what undoes me the most.

I curl against him, and for the first time in a very long time... I feel safe. Not completely at peace...

But enough to close my eyes.

30. Do Not Open Those Files

Wald

“They absolutely must not open the files. They’re tagged. If they access them, the trail could lead straight back to you.”

Fuck.

I hang up on her before Bianca can even finish her sentence.

Then I immediately dial another number.

My head of security answers after two rings.

“Do not open the files.”

A silence.

“Excuse me?”

“The stolen files. Don’t open anything. Disconnect every affected machine immediately and isolate the servers.”

“Sir… we followed protocol. The files were opened on an offline workstation.”

I pause.

Good.

At least someone in this company still has a brain.

“No network access?”