Page 18 of Sacred Vow

My attention is drawn to her mouth, where the tip of her perfectly pink tongue runs across her top lip. I already know what it’s like to kiss her, but I want to know what it’s like to devour her. To touch every inch of her delectable body.

I run the back of my knuckles down the length of her nose, then trail across her jaw until I snake my hand behind her head. Fisting her hair, I pull her to me, hard against my mouth as I take her kiss again.

Her hands press against my chest, but there’s no force. A moment after I urge her lips to part, she softens.

My cock swells painfully against the zipper of my trousers. I wedge my knee between her thighs, lifting my knee up into her pussy. Her heat seeps through the material of her jeans through my pants.

The phone in my back pocket vibrates, but I leave it.

Breaking the kiss, I look down into the sweetness of her arousal. Her pupils have eaten away at the caramel coloring of her eyes, and her mouth is swelling already from my kiss. She licks her lips, then swallows hard.

My phone vibrates again.

I groan but force my attention to remain focused on her.

I lift my knee higher.

Her pretty mouth parts again, and this time, a little huff of air escapes.

Again, my fucking phone starts vibrating.

“Fuck.” I keep my eyes on hers, holding her hostage as I grab my phone, intent on telling whoever the fuck it is to go pound sand.

“Finally!” Viktor curses. “Did you forget the Popovs? They’re here waiting. Where the fuck are you?”

Shit.

Isolde’s eyebrows raise. She can hear him; hell, half of Chicago can probably hear him.

“Calm down. I’ll be there soon.” I wink at her. “Put them in the high stakes room and give them play money.”

“You forgot, didn’t you?” Viktor accuses but sounds more amused now.

“No. Just got distracted for a second.” I lay my arm across her chest when she makes a move to slide away from me. She glares up at me. If she knew how hard that look makes me, I doubt she’d give it so often.

After sliding the phone back in my pocket, I push away from her, letting my gaze drip down her body. Through the thin t-shirt, her nipples peek through.

“You need to go,” she whispers, dropping her eyes to my chest. “You have a meeting.”

“I do.” I nod, moving my arm from her chest. “But you can’t be left alone.”

“I’m fine alone, Andrei. I do great alone.”

“Until I know for certain you’re safe here, you aren’t going to be alone.” I check my watch, and shit, it’s later than I thought.

“If I say no?” She thrusts out her chin again. It’s her way of beating her chest. How far to the line can she get without putting a toe over?

“You don’t get a vote here, Isolde.” I put a finger against her lips when she gears up to respond.

“It’s my life.” She follows me from the bathroom as I make my way back to her bedroom and grab my blazer.

“And I want to be sure you keep it.” I pull on the blazer and fix the collar of my shirt.

“What does that even mean? Craig never behaved like this. Why would I be in such danger?” She’s on my heels as I dig through her closet. Hopefully she has something less revealing than that dress from last night. No way in hell I’m letting anyone see her in that fucking scrap of material.

Finding something that will work, I pull it off the hanger and toss it at her.

“Put that on.” I tug my shirt sleeves from beneath the blazer.

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