Page 112 of The Vow

“No, Damon,” she pleaded, reaching for my wrist to stop me from pulling away.

“I have to go,” I told her, drawing my hand away and bringing my finger to my mouth.

Her lips slipped apart, watching as I licked her taste clean.

“Make sure that is ready for me to eat when I get back,” I murmured, wanting to believe this unexpected meeting meant nothing just as much as I wanted her to believe it.

“And when will that be?”

“Don’t worry, Robber.” I dragged my thumb over her swollen lips. “He won’t do anything. I have too much insurance against him for that.”

There was no such thing as too much, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.

“I think you overestimate his stupidity.”

“Maybe, but not his greed.” I went to the armoire and pulled out a fresh shirt, buttoning it over my chest.

I tucked the shirt into my pants and cinched my belt. When Robyn didn’t say anything, I turned to her, and my chest tightened.

Instantly, I was back in our apartment that day, my hat in my hand and the same uncertain expression on her face. I’d told her that day that things would be okay—that I’d be back. And here we were…fifteen years later.

“Robber…” I said low and went to her, lifting her chin with the ridges of my knuckles. “I’m only going down the hall.”

“If you’re not back in an hour, I’m coming to find you.” She tried to make it sound light, but it wasn’t. There wasnothing funny about how it hurt her to watch me walk away like this again.

I dipped my head and fastened my lips to hers, pressing hard until her lips parted and let my tongue sink deep.

No, I would never get enough of her. Not in a lifetime. Not in ten.

“I pity anyone who gets in the way of you, wife,” I murmured and then released her before it became impossible.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Damon

“Mr. Belmont, I have Mr. Remington.” The guard from earlier stepped into Belmont’s office, announcing me as though Belmont wasn’t the one who’d asked for the meeting.

I waited in the hall, my face a mask of playful patience, my mind still stuck on my wife’s beautiful face.

“Yes, bring him in.” Belmont sounded like he’d shared too many cigars with the Shazads last night.

I didn’t wait for the guard to usher me in before I strode around him with a smirk.

“Bernie,” I drawled, barely dipping my chin to the man sitting behind the desk.

He didn’t frown like he usually did at the nickname. That wasn’t a good sign.

“Mr. Remington.” He cleared his throat. “I take it you slept…well.”

“I always sleep well, Bernie.” I strolled to one of the leatherwingbacks in the room and took a comfortable seat. “So, what do I owe the pleasure of this private conversation? Or is Shazad joining us?” I flicked my watch on my wrist. “I’m happy to move up these discussions. I’m a very busy man.”

Looking up, I found Belmont staring at me. Assessing. His fingers propped into the ruddy folds of his face like he had all the time in the world to think.

A chill trickled through me.

I let the half-smile drain from my face. “I don’t like to waste my time, Mr. Belmont.”

That seemed to trigger him. He dropped his hand and sat forward.

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