Free In Too Deep by Brenda Jackson, Olivia Gates Page B

furthest thing from this mind. Matthew couldn’t help wondering what had happened to make him change his mind.
    â€œWould you and Sabrina like to join us?” Matthew heard Carmen ask.
    Adham shook his head. “We appreciate your kindness but we’ve already eaten and were just leaving. Hopefully, we can get together soon after one of the polo matches.”
    â€œCarmen and I would like that.” They chatted for a few more minutes before the couple left.
    â€œWow, I can’t imagine Adham married,” Carmen said, speaking aloud what Matthew’s thoughts had been earlier. Matthew returned to his seat, remembering it was well-known that Adham used to have a wild streak and be quite a womanizer.
    â€œThey look happy,” Carmen added.
    Matthew wasn’t so sure about that. For some reason he didn’t quite feel that happiness that Adham and Sabrina were trying so hard to emit.
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    â€œI can’t believe I ate so much,” Carmen said when they returned from dinner.
    She glanced over her shoulder and saw Matthew grinning as he tossed his car keys on the table. “And just what do you find so amusing?” She couldn’t help but ask him.
    He leaned back against the door. “I have to say I don’t ever recall seeing you eat that much. You ate your dessert and mine.”
    Carmen chuckled as she dropped down on the sofa. “Only because you didn’t seem as hungry as you claimed you were. I, on the other hand, was not only exhausted, I was hungry.”
    He nodded. “Are you full now?”
    â€œYes, pretty much so.”
    â€œAnd your energy level?”
    She lifted a brow, wondering why he wanted to know. “Good. Why?”
    â€œKeep watching, you’ll figure it out.”
    And she did. First went his shirt, which he removed and tossed aside. His shoes and socks came next and Carmen watched fascinated. When his hand went to the zipper of his jeans she shivered in anticipation. The man had a body that could make her tremble while waiting for it to be bared.
    Determined not to be undone, she eased off the sofa and began removing her own clothes. By the time she had tossed her last article of clothing aside, he was slowly moving toward her. “You’re slow, Carmen.”
    She grinned. “And you look hard, Matthew.”
    â€œYou’re right,” he said, pulling her into his arms.She groaned out loud with the feel of his naked body against hers.
    â€œHaven’t you gotten enough yet?” she asked, smiling.
    â€œNo. Have you?”
    She wrapped her arms around his neck. “No.”
    And then he pulled her back down on the couch with him.
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    Matthew gazed up at the ceiling. If anyone had told him that he would be spending a good part of his entire day making love to his wife—his ex-wife—he would not have believed it. Even now, while lying flat on his back, trying to regain his strength and listening to her moving around in the bathroom, he was still somewhat stunned.
    Their lovemaking had been off the charts as always, but something had been different—he’d detected another element in the mix. An intense hunger had driven them to new heights, making them fully aware of what they’d gone without for twelve months and just how much they longed to have it back.
    He had assumed leaving the house awhile would wean some of their sexual hunger, but it hadn’t. No sooner had they returned, they were at it again. He could not get enough of her, and they had gotten it on every chance they got. Without any regrets. At least there certainly hadn’t been any on his part and he hoped the same held true for her.
    What if she was not feeling the same way that he was? What if it had been lust and not love that had driven her to sleep with him, and now that she had, nothing had changed for her?
    Shifting positions, he lay on his side with his gaze fixed on the bathroom door. Carmen was an actress, and a