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Authors: Sawyer Bennett

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“Sorry. That
just won’t work for me. I’m taking him now.”

Gabe pipes up. “I
want to go to Coney Island with Daddy.”

Marissa hardly gives
him a glance. “Not today, baby. We have other things to do.”

“Marissa…
don’t make Gabe suffer because you want to get back at me.”

She doesn’t
even bother to respond, but I see triumph in her eyes. Unbelievable.
The bitch is punishing Gabe just to punish Matt.

I hate her. I
literally hate her.

I am immensely
uncomfortable witnessing this exchange, and I would love nothing more
than to slink out of Matt’s apartment right now. I consider it,
but then Matt says, “Mac… would you mind taking Gabe
back to his room for a moment so I can have a few words with
Marissa.”

“Sure,”
I say softly. “Come on, Gabe.”

Gabe looks from me,
to his mom, to his dad. Matt nods at Gabe and says, “Go on,
buddy. I’ll work this out with Mom.”

“Okay,”
Gabe says, and he grabs my hand to lead me back to his room.

“Marissa,”
I hear Matt plead softly. “Please don’t do this. He’s
so excited about going to Coney Island.”

I can’t see
Marissa’s expression, but I can almost envision it. She’s
happy to have power and happy to have Matt beg her. I hear her
response just before Gabe and I turn the corner to his room.

“Sorry, Matt.
It’s not your weekend for visitation, and it’s my right
to take him.”

I close the door
behind us, and I content myself to look at his collection of toys
that he parades before me. I can no longer hear their conversation
clearly and for that, I’m glad. It’s painful hearing Matt
have to beg on his son’s behalf, probably knowing he’ll
never get anywhere with her.

After a few moments,
Gabe’s door opens and Matt stands there. He looks resigned,
sad, and pissed off all at the same time.

“Hey, little
man,” he says quietly. “Let’s get your stuff
together. Mom has important stuff she needs to do, and you’ll
have to go with her.”

Gabe immediately
starts whining, not that I blame him at all. If I had to go with that
bitch versus going to Coney Island, I’d whine too. “No,
Daddy… I want to stay here with you.”

My heart breaks…
literally cracks right down the middle, particularly when I see the
pain in Matt’s eyes. Kneeling down, he pulls Gabe into a hug.
“I know. I want you to stay here, too. But go with Mommy, and I
promise that we’ll go to Coney Island next weekend. Okay?”

Gabe grumbles a
little but eventually nods his head. I watch while Matt packs his
stuff up and leads Gabe back into the living room. Just before he
leaves, he turns to me and hugs onto my leg. “Bye, Mac. See you
next weekend.”

I tell him goodbye
while I stroke the top of his head, and then Matt leads him back into
the living room. I wait a few moments until I hear the apartment door
open and close, indicating Marissa is gone.

Seeking out Matt, I
find him in the kitchen. He has both palms on the kitchen counter,
and his head is hanging low.

“Are you
okay?” I ask him hesitantly.

He raises his head,
and his eyes are dark and bleak. His generous lips are now flattened
in anger. “No, I’m not fucking okay,” he snarls,
and his voice is filled with so much hatred and bitterness, I
actually flinch. “How can I be okay after that?”

Clasping my hands in
nervousness, I can only say, “I’m sorry.”

He stares at me a
long moment. He’s appraising me, looking deep to find
something. I’m not sure what he’s seeking, but the
desolate look in his eyes never lessens. Pushing away from the
counter, he stalks up to me.

Slipping his hand
into my hair and palming the back of my head, his voice is harsh and
guttural. “Do you see, Mac?”

“See what?”
I whisper.

“Do you see
why I am the way I am?”

“Because of
Marissa?”

“Yes…
it’s all because of her.”

Matt just stares at
me, his eyes flicking between mine. His face is hard and unyielding.
Gone is the humor and easy sensibility. My stomach drops when I
realize that Matt hasn’t let go of his bitterness. But how
could he… if he has to deal with that constantly from his
ex-wife?

He may have opened
up to me a bit, but when it boils down to it, he has his heart firmly
protected.

Do I have the
fortitude to break through those barriers? I think I might.

Bringing my hands
up, I stroke his cheeks. Standing on my tiptoes, I bring my lips to
his and press in. At first he doesn’t respond, so I slip my
tongue out and lick at his lips. With a slight groan, he opens up and
my tongue plunges in.

I feel desperate,
because I see that Matt has the potential to slip away from me. I
have a whole new appreciation for the efforts he has been taking to
give me the relationship I wanted. He has been majorly damaged, and
this is painful for him. His risk to open up and let me in is far
greater than I had ever imagined or gave him credit for. It would be
so easy for him to give up, and I’m going to do everything in
my power to make sure he doesn’t.

“I need you,”
I murmur as I pull slightly away from the kiss to caress my lips
along his neck.

He groans again, my
words fueling his desire. His hands pull and tear at my clothes, and
mine do the same to him. The desperation with which we are clawing to
get at each other is different for both of us. I don’t want to
lose Matt, and I’m trying to get closer to him. Matt wants to
forget what just happened with Marissa and lose himself in the haze
of sex.

In a matter of
seconds, Matt has me on the living room floor and he’s driving
into me. His entry is painful and pleasurable all at once, but my
body quickly accepts him because it knows him. It knows he belongs.

Matt takes me
roughly, which is not unknown to me. We’ve had plenty of hot,
rough, and fast sex before. It’s like the rush of a drug…
or at least how I imagine it would be. If this is what he needs to
purge Marissa’s actions from his mind, then I’ll give it
to him.

Over and over again.

He drives me towards
a blistering orgasm, and I’m still shuddering when he follows
me with a quiet moan. My arms come around his back and pull him even
tighter to me.

I wait for it…

For him to whisper
my name in reverence like he always does.

But I’m met
with nothing but silence.

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Stay tuned for upcoming volumes that will be releasing. There are only six volumes in this series.

Legal Affairs – Objection

releasing January 10, 2014

Legal Affairs – Stipulation

releasing January 24, 2014

Legal Affairs – Violation

releasing February 7, 2014

Legal Affairs – Mitigation

releasing February 21, 2014

Legal Affairs – Reparation

releasing March 7, 2014

Legal Affairs – Affirmation

releasing March 21, 2014

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The Off Series
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The Forever Land Chronicles
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Stand Alone Titles

Serial Romance

  • Legal Affairs – Objection
    releasing January 10, 2014
  • Legal Affairs – Stipulation
    releasing January 24, 2014
  • Legal Affairs – Violation
    releasing February 7, 2014
  • Legal Affairs – Mitigation
    releasing February 21, 2014
  • Legal Affairs – Reparation
    releasing March 7, 2014
  • Legal Affairs – Affirmation
    releasing March 21, 2014
About the Author

USA Today Best-Selling author, Sawyer Bennett is a native North Carolinian and practicing lawyer. When not trying to save the world from injustice, she spends her time trying to get the stories she accumulates in her head down on paper. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, Shawn, and their three big dogs, Piper, Atticus and Scout.

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