Page 137 of Reckless Vow

I follow her to a room opposite our bedroom, and we enter a fully equipped kitchen and dining room. “Wow, this place is huge.”

She puts her hand on her hip. “Baldo Cassinetti, you had no idea what you were renting, did you?”

“Not really, but it will work for now. Back to Dylan.”

She waggles her finger. “No, no, no, we’ve already said his name too many times today. I’ll wait for my agent to find out more, and then we’ll see.”

Oh, yeah, John is her agent.

She pours two cups of coffee and hands me one. Mindlessly, I take a sip and spit it back immediately. “I need to buy a coffee machine.”

“You’re such a snob.”

“I’m a coffee connoisseur, sweetheart.” My eyes drop to her nipples. “You showered without me.”

I take her cup from her and sit her on the counter, filing the Dylan issue away for later. She grins at me, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“I talked to London.” She runs her fingers through my hair.

I unfasten the three buttons holding the shirt together. It falls open and my cock hardens. “Hm.” Cupping her left breast, I lower my mouth to taste her nipple.

Her breath hitches. So responsive.

“Paris asked for a few more days to get settled before we visit. Lo and Dom are having dinner at Casa Cassi and suggested we join them. Tonight.”

She moans, arching her back and tilting her pelvis to get closer to me.

“Okay. We could do that. But I’m having my appetizer now.”

“Your stamina is endless.”

“Are you complaining?”

She smiles and lifts her feet to the counter, spreading herself for me. I groan.

She leans onto her elbows. “Dinner is at eight.”

I guess we’re still talking. Not really about important things, but I’m not complaining about this sexy domesticity.

“And I thought I’d go visit Dad before?”

I still. Is she asking for my permission? It certainly doesn’t sound like she’s inviting me.

Our eyes lock. There is a tentative plea in hers. Definitely not inviting me.

“I’ll meet you at Massi’s restaurant. Now stop distracting me.”

I lower my lips to her nipple again, burying my disappointment in the taste of her.

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I’m the last to arrive at Casa Cassi. Mostly because I spent two hours at the gym in our building and still didn’t release all my pent-up frustration.

Lo and Dom are sitting across from each other, and Brook is between them, which doesn’t leave room for me to sit beside her.

I wonder if she chose the seating arrangement to stay at a safe distance from me. Our current company believes our relationship is fake, after all.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” I kiss both women on the cheek and shake hands with Dom.

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