Page 66 of Virtuous Vows

I walk into the kitchen, the staff not daring to say anything, and sidle up behind Honey, who is discussing one of the plates and its ingredients in depth. The chef seems to shrink under my looming presence behind her. I know she’s aware I’m there, and so I wait.

She huffs out a breath and turns on me. “I thought in your line of business, stalking would be a big no-no.”

I choke on a laugh. And she crosses her arms, even more furious.

She’s fucking adorable. Delectably so.

“You didn’t have to quit work because of me,” I tell her.

“I did. You lied to me. You had plenty of time to tell me it was you.” Hurt crosses her expression.

I grab her elbow and pull her into a storage room. There are a few shelves with packaged ingredients. I closethe door behind her because I don’t want anyone overhearing this conversation.

“I wasn’t planning on it being me, at least not until that night when the bids kept increasing. I knew I couldn’t let anyone else have you.”

“You didn’t have that choice.”

“I did, actually. It was my event.”

“Oh, so because it was your event, you could allow yourself to fuck me as a virgin? Put me on display just to fuck me in the very way you said you’d never touch me?”

I want to rip my hair out. I clench my fists.How do I get through to this little honeypot?

“I can’t stop fucking thinking about you. I have tried so fucking hard to stay away from you. Time and time again. And you just keep appearing like fucking temptation itself,” I roar.

She chokes on a wild laugh. And I wonder if anyone else gets to see this side of her. This wild, ferocious little thing. “You’re struggling? You walk away every time anything happens between us. Do you know how that feels? For someone who sells pleasure, you certainly leave a bad aftertaste. I can’t keep being fucked over by you, Dawson.”

I break, frustrated, gritting the words out so I don’t shout at her, “It’s only you I want to fuck over, in every which way possible… doggy, cowgirl, cowboy. You name it, I want it from you.”

Her cheeks go red, and tears sparkle in her eyes.Fuck. I wipe my hand over my jaw. I don’t knowwhat else to say. How do I get through to her? Hell, I don’t even know what I’m asking for. I throw my hand up on one of the top shelves and think. “I’ve never had issues expressing myself. But, fuck, you make it hard,” I grumble.

“Why, because I am not in a contract?”

I eye her. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about or why they’re important.

“You can have anyone, Dawson. Look at you,” she says. “I want you, but I can’t keep doing this. You have contracts to have sex with whomever you want. So if that’s what you want, find one of them to do it with.”

“I don’t have any contracts left.”

She takes in a sharp breath.

“I haven’t slept with anyone else since I first laid eyes on you in Italy. I don’t understand it, but here I am. I’ve always taken what I wanted in this world. But I won’t take from you. Not unless you’re willing to give it.”

I don’t even know what I’m promising her at this point.

I wait for her reply, and she steps forward.

“This does not mean I forgive you.” She drops to her knees. I’m momentarily confused, but I don’t question it as I grip the top shelf tighter. Her hands hastily undo my belt.

“Honey—”

She palms my cock, and my head tips back. My knuckles go white with my hold on the shelf, and my semi-hard cock springs free, so responsive to her touch.

I look back down, and she’s the perfect vision in pink. So beautiful on her knees before me. I’m at her mercy as she wraps her lipstick-stained lips around my cock. Her wet tongue glides under my cock, and she sucks hard. Honey grips my hips as she bobs back and forth, sucking and pulling me deep into her throat.

“Fuck,” I hiss. I want to fist her hair but don’t, willing to take what she will give in her own way. And then she bites down, an immediate jolt hitting my dick as pre-cum leaks into the back of her throat.

She pulls back with a smile and wipes her mouth before placing a kiss on the tip of my cock, and then she stands up. As she goes to walk past me, I grab her elbow.

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