Page 161 of Reckless Vow

This time I watch her as I plunge in, our eyes locked. I move with love, with all the adoration I feel for this woman.

With awe.

With reverence.

With commitment.

Grateful that my years-long obsession is now more. Mine.

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Opening night starts with a line two blocks long in front of my new and first American club.

Celebrities and media fill the VIP area. The dance floor is teeming with moving bodies, the liquor flows.

“Congratulations, boss. What a fucking success.” Chloe fist punches my biceps playfully.

“It’s teamwork. If you didn’t step in with Europe and Asia, it wouldn’t have happened.”

“Does that mean you’re staying here permanently?”

“We agreed to travel back and forth, spending months in Lisbon and parts of the year here.”

“It makes sense, especially with the Miami location on the horizon.”

“Busy times, Chloe.”

“So much fun.” She claps her hands. “So where is Brook?”

I asked my wife to come later, when I won’t be too busy putting out all the fires of the night like this, but my eyes have been scanning for her for the past hour. “She should be here any minute.”

“Oh, there she is.”

Brook and her friends step down the stairs leading to the main room, and I swear the music stops for a moment as everyone looks their way.

The three of them are certainly showstoppers, but my eyes remain on my wife, who’s wearing a white dress à la Marilyn Monroe. My jaw tenses.

As if we’re somehow connected, she spots me immediately among the hundreds of people. It helps that I’m at the mezzanine, looking down.

She smiles and says something to her friends before she makes her way to me.

She only needs to walk up a flight of stairs, but with people roaming around, she progresses slowly. But not for a second does she break our eye contact.

My cock loves that dress.

Me not so much.

“What are you wearing?” I growl when she reaches me.

She rolls her eyes and laughs. “Your face…” She looks at my crotch. “And your dick say you love the dress.” She cups my nape and pulls me to her. Her breath hot by my ear, she whispers, “Every time someone admires me tonight, just remember you’re the only man in the room who knows I’m not wearing panties, and the only man who takes this dress off later.”

“Can’t be soon enough,” I grumble, and she laughs, unfazed by my caveman spiel.

“Congratulations, love. The place is spectacular, which I already knew, but it’s fucking packed.” She tugs me down for a kiss.

“It is fucking packed.”

“I’m proud of you.”

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