Page 54 of Ruined Vows

I don’t know, but I intend to find out. I want to look at it. And touch it. Will he let me touch it?

The man is barely letting me up for air. I’m pretty sure he’ll let me touch his dick. Guys always like it if you touch their dicks, which I’ve done more or less enthusiastically in my few short-lived past relationships. But this one Ireallywant to touch. Which feels weird to think. But good, too.

“We need to get to the room,” I manage to make out between his passionate kisses when he finally comes up for breath.

“Can’t,” he mutters, diving back in again to suck on my bottom lip before letting it go with a loudpop. “Busy.”

He kisses me deep, then drives my back against the wall and presses in against me in a way that tells me he knows I can feel him against my belly and he wants to make sure I know he knows.

Fuck, that’s hot. Why is that so hot? When he shifts his hips back and forth to get friction, my thighs squeeze together as my pussy clenches. I’ve never been with anyone so… Isaak’s just such a fucking grownmanwhen I’ve been surrounded by boys my whole life.

He’s masculine but kind, strong but gentle, and I swear, he’s got me so aroused that I almost come on the spot with nothing but his leg pressing lightly against my groin.

“Please,” I whine, digging my fingers into his scalp as I pull him into me tighter. “Take me to the room.Isaak.”

“Aw fuck.” He pulls his mouth from mine, only to start landing kisses in a searing line down my throat. “Say it again,” he demands raggedly.

“What? Please?”

“My name.”

“Isaak,” I whisper.

He rumbles deep in his chest. His chest is so wide. I feel so safe pressed against it. Safe and needy.

So I try it again. “Isaak, take me to the room.”

Behind us, the elevator pings again, and Isaak barely drags himself away from me as the doors open. This time, it’s to haul me down the hallway.

He slams the keycard against the door, shoves it open, and, in an apparentfuck youordon’t you wishto whoever might have come out of the elevator behind us, drags me forward and starts kissing me again before the door is even closed.

TWENTY

ISAAK

My hands arefull of hot, willing woman, and I’m not sure exactly how they got that way. There will be consequences. You don’t fall into bed with someone like Kira Roberts without consequences.I will crush you, her father’s voice rings helpfully in my ear.

But besides that, she’s my client. My charge. How exactly am I supposed to be protecting her if I’ve got my back to the door and my cock doing all my thinking for me?

Lips still locked on hers, I fumble behind me for the door lock. I flip it and yank the swing bar lock closed. There. We’re on the sixteenth floor, so I don’t think anyone’s gonna rappel in through the window. Plus, if that blonde lady from tonight was making the threats, maybe we solved it.

Job could be done. Maybe that’s why she’s kissing me now. Cause she thinks we’re through?

The idea makes me feel crazy, even though I’m happy if she’s out of danger. I’m just not ready to be through with Kira Roberts yet.

“What exactly are we doing?” I ask as I reach behind her for the zipper to get the rest of this fancy gown off. I undo the little catch at the top, then unzip it in one long swipe.

Kira gasps a little as the gown falls down around her. She breaks from my lips long enough to say, “Yes, boundaries,” and climbs out of where it’s pooled at her ankles, the corset part still attached. “That’s good. We should set some.”

I barely get a peek of her round curves in the sweetest little fucking cream-colored silk lacey bra and panties before she full-on leaps, arms and legs wrapping around me.

Jesus Christ, I’ve missed having a woman wrapped around me. And even then, it’s never beenthis. It’s never beenher.

But then she’s kissing me and dragging her fingers over my scalp in a way that makes me fucking crazy. My cock pulses in my pants.

“How do you like it?” I ask urgently, stopping myself from shoving my pants down and burying my straining cock in the sweet little pussy I can feel wriggling against my belly. If she’s one of those women who wants it real slow and sweet, with lots of foreplay, then that’s what I’ll?—

“Dirty,” she says in my ear, biting at the lobe. “My boundaries are I want it dirty.”

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