Page 50 of Forbidden Vows

His hands leave my hips, deliberately trailing up my back, fingers tangling in my hair and pulling gently. He draws my head back with an easy, practiced strength, exposing my neck to him. I gasp for air as the tension builds, my body arching in response to his movements. His other hand reaches around, slipping between my legs and finding me slick and eager for him. I feel his breath hot on my throat as he groans, his fingers circling my clit with a slow, maddening pressure.

The world narrows down to nothing but electric pleasure. A sob of need escapes me, my body pushing back against him, desperate for more. He keeps the pace steady, increasing the intensity.

Sweat beads on my skin as I strain against the bench. Desperation wells inside me as my breath comes in ragged pants, each burst of air punctuated by a whimper of longing.

He holds me there, my body a bowstring, taut and ready to snap, hovering at the brink until I can hardly stand it. Everything in me coils tighter and tighter, tension thrumming through my veins until it reaches a fevered pitch. “Please…” I'm trembling, my voice thick with need, desperate to release it all in a single, shattering moment.

"Scream for me, baby," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me hear you."

His fingers move faster, his grip on my hair tightening. I can feel the scream building in my throat, raw and primal, begging for release. My body convulses, the tension snapping like a live wire, and I let go, a cry tearing from my lips as waves of ecstasy crash over me. He holds me through it all, his fingers drawing out every last shudder, his grip keeping me grounded as I come undone.

As the waves subside, he releases my hair, his hand gently smoothing down my back. His other hand slows its movements, gently bringing me down from the high. I'm panting, my body sheened with sweat, my heart still pounding wildly.

He kisses my shoulder softly, murmuring words of approval and praise. "So good, baby," he whispers. "So, fucking good."

He steps back, his hands leaving my body, and I feel a sudden emptiness without his touch.Collapsing over the bench, I lay there, my lungs trying to find air to replenish my liquid limbs. I gather enough strength to proudly whisper, “I didn’t even have to say pineapple.”

He moves me to the bed, lying me down to face him while he takes a moment to admire my body. Leaning down, he murmurs about how beautiful my breasts are, taking my right nipple in his mouth. His hungry kisses led to amazing sex in three positions, him turning me and tugging me, and me moaning like the sex goddess I didn’t know I could be.That heinous video and he-who-shall-not-be-named pop into my mind for a split second, but I push them right away. He’s moving them further and further from my memory.

After an hour of cuddling on the luxurious bed, I tell him I need a shower before dinner. I go to clean up, but he tells me to leave it. He pays his staff generously to take care of these things.

“Come down here often?” I tease.

He shakes his head. “First time.”

A little win pricks in the back of my mind, knowing I’m the only one he’s had here. We walk hand in hand back to our wing. Knowing me well enough to know that I need some alone time, he leaves me at my door with a kiss.

I have to lay down the law now. If I wait any longer, I’ll regret it. It’s my responsibility to ensure we don’t let feelings get involved, or let ourselves play make-believe, thinking we’re something that we’re not.

“Blaze.” I press my hands to his chest, pulling away from the kiss. “We both know that when we go back to the city, all the fun and games are over between us. Back to real life. You here, mafia bossing Italy around while me and my kiddos are learning sight words in my classroom.” I search his gaze. “Right?”

“Of course,” he says. But he looks away.

Not wanting to push him, I take him at his word. “K.” I go to enter the room.

He stops me with a demand. “Wear the black dress.”

I turn and smile. “You’re the boss.”

“Damn right I am. And I’m the boss of that amazing ass of yours, too. Don’t you forget it.” He leaves me with a grin. The smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

I shower quickly, drying my hair and not bothering to curl it since it won’t stay anyway. I put on some makeup, skipping the blush. I know I won’t need it in Blaze’s presence. I go to the closet and find the black dress.

Whoa…

The silk dress has delicate straps, a plunging neckline, and a slit that reaches high on the thigh. Even hanging on the rack, its luxury is evident. The difference between couture and Target cannot be denied.

Can I pull a dress like this off?

I’m short, but high strappy heels compensate for my lack of height. I dress quickly, the material like cool water against my skin; the shoes pinch, but they are worth it for the way they make my legs look longer and my ass tighter. When I look at my reflection, I can barely believe it’s me.

There’s a knock at the door.

Giving myself one last look, I take a deep, steadying breath before calling, “Come in!”

He walks in with damp hair pushed back and one dark lock hanging over his eye. He wears a gray suit, a thin black tie, and a striped shirt underneath. I hover in place, waiting for his approval.

His eyes go wide when he sees me. “Damn.” Slowly, he takes me in, his gaze roving from the top of myhead to the tips of my toes. There it is, that warm floating feeling that comes over me when he’s admiring me.

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