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spending the night at the office working on a big case. I had a feeling it had something to do with Jackson Hart. Brett was pissed that Jackson didn’t want to make some kind of deal with him to turn a blind eye, so he’d set out to take him down. If I cared about my husband, I would have warned him that going after a man like Jackson was a bad idea, but I didn’t. He could tilt at windmills if he wanted to. It kept him out of the house and away from me and that was a gift.
    I opened my phone and smiled when I read the text.
    Jackson: Come outside.
    I looked down at the clothes I was wearing a cotton tunic, leggings, and I shrugged. I didn’t know what he had planned but I could guess that what I was wearing wasn’t going to matter.
    I grabbed my coat and keys and went outside. I locked the door and walked down the steps to the car waiting at the curb. The door was opened for my by the driver and I smiled at him, murmuring my thanks. Jackson was waiting in the car. His suit jacket was beside him on the seat and his tie was loose.
    “Brett is working late tonight.” He said, looking at me with eyes full of heat.
    “Yes. He will be there all night.” I blushed a little.
    We both knew what we were doing. We’d texted several times over the last week, each message a little racier than the last. I’d never sent messages like that to anyone before, but Jackson brought out something sultry in me. He made me feel sexy and wanted.
    “Would you like to have dinner with me, at my place?” He asked, but I knew we both knew the answer.
    I nodded, biting my lip. I didn’t know how to do this. I felt jittery and nervous. What if Brett caught us? I knew I didn’t want to make him that angry. He didn’t pay a lot of attention to me lately, and I hoped he wouldn’t start now. He stopped giving me tasks to do to help him with cases. I guessed being the new DA had it’s perks. I’d had a lot of time on my hands, and lots of time to think about what I wanted to do with myself. Jackson Hart was a thought that appeared far too often in my head. Maybe once I slept with him and gave in to my curiosity, I could forget about him. I reminded myself over and over again that sex was all this was about. Men didn’t think the way women did. He saw a woman he wanted to fuck, and that was it. The romantic in me wanted it to be more than that, but I was weary of giving away my heart again, especially to a man that was as dangerous as Jackson Hart. I didn’t know what he did, and I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want that kind of knowledge to affect the way I viewed him. It was stupid of me, but I wanted to enjoy this affair for what it was, a chance to be a woman again. I wanted to be sexy and brave.
    “Don’t think so hard, Lily. He’s not going to find out. I’ve got eyes on him and they’ll call me if he goes home.” Jackson leaned over to me and brushed his fingers over my cheek, pushing the riot of curls away from my face.
    “OK. Sorry. I’ve just never done anything like this before.” I felt shy and uncertain.
    What if the desire I felt for him didn’t translate into real chemistry? I didn’t want to disappoint him by being terrible in bed. Maybe I sucked at having sex and that’s why Brett starting sleeping with other women.
    I tried to spend the rest of the ride to his house, thinking of things other than how bad I might be in bed. I thought about all the things that he’d said to me in texts. The sexy things he said he’d like to do to me. We hadn’t even kissed yet, and I was trembling with nerves and anticipation. He was suck an innately sexy man. The way he leaned back in the seat of the car with his hand tracing patterns on my thigh. The smallest touch of his hands on me made me tingle. Oh, how I wanted him to slide his hand up my leg so that he could ease the ache he’d created. I’d never been turned on so easily by such a small seemingly insignificant caress. I closed my eyes and moved restlessly. This