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“I couldn’t wait for you to be back,” she moans, bouncing on my cock.

“You and me both.”

“It’s not going to take much,” she whispers, squeezing around me.

“Me either.” I’m already so close it’s embarrassing.

But she’ll always get off before me.

“Let me know when it’s safe,” I tease, kissing her.

“Right about…” She shifts, dropping her ass a little, and then—“Oh, God, Cash!” Her scream isn’t quiet, and neither is mine as I follow her right over the edge.

We continue standing there for a beat when we’re done. Her head is buried in my shoulder, her warm body still curled around mine. I figured we’d end up on her desk but we’re still standing right by the door.

Then, just as I’m wondering if this is the right time to tell her how I feel, a brisk knock makes us both jump.

“Well, that was fun, but you should get dressed in a hurry—I have an idea and wanted to talk about it before I leave in the morning.”

I’d know that fucking voice anywhere.

Fuck. Me.

My ex-wife just listened to me fuck my new girlfriend.

Chapter Thirty-One

Maya

My eyes widen as Cash’s gaze locks with mine. And even though it disappears almost as quickly as it appeared, I see the flash of smug satisfaction reflected there.

Did he do this on purpose?

Did he know she was on her way to see me and intercepted, making sure to let her know that he’s not pining over her?

Oh. My. God.

Embarrassment hits me like a tsunami, and I scramble to get down.

“Jesus,” I hiss under my breath, yanking up my leggings. I grab my bra and pull it back on, grabbing my T-shirt at the same time.

Cash is stuffing himself back in his pants, but I can’t look at him.

Did he actually do this on purpose? Some macho show to give Shandy the figurative middle finger? I’ve never felt more humiliated or taken advantage of, and it hurts that he would do this to me. Hell, if he’d told me that was his plan, I probably would have gone along with it because I’m so crazy about him.

But this was manipulative.

Wrong.

Tears sting my eyelids, and I turn my back as I compose myself.

“Give me a second!” I call out when I’m reasonably sure I can trust my voice.

“Honey.” Cash reaches for me but I yank my arm away. “Hey.” He moves behind me and closes both hands over my forearms. “Maya. Look at me.”

I whirl, fury crawling over me like a second skin. “How dare you!” I hiss.

“What did I do?” He frowns.