Page 129 of Reckless Vow

She cocks her head. “I thought you loved your work,” she mocks.

“Yeah, but your tits distracted me.”

Fuck, when she sent me that picture… I don’t think I’ve ever conducted a business meeting with a semi in my pants. And I own sex clubs.

She laughs. “I’ll keep them to myself. I wouldn’t want Baldo’s empire to crumble because of my boobs.”

“It would be a worthy fall.” I pick up her hand and kiss her knuckles.

Electricity zaps between us. I almost throw some bills on the table and drag her back to my lair.

“Where did you go before Italy?” She licks her finger, the creamy custard sticking to them.

I don’t particularly want to have this conversation. Fuck, I don’t really want to have any conversations, but the glimpse of her tongue distracts me. I’m a simple man, as the bulge in my pants attests.

“New York, and then the Dominican Republic.”

“Wait? Do you have clubs in the Caribbean?” She takes a sip of water. Her lips pressing against the glass. Why is her every move so arousing?

She’s drinking water.Get your fucking head out of your ass, idiot.It’s like I’m seventeen all over again. Pure infatuation.

“Cayman Islands, yes, but I went to the Dominican on a personal matter.”

“Oh.” She glowers at me, and then turns in her seat as if people watching was her intention instead of getting more details.

Fuck, she’s adorable.

“Brook,” I warn, and she looks at me, unimpressed. “I told you already, I don’t think you’ll like it.”

“How would you know if you’re keeping it a secret?” She scoffs, folding her arms.

“Brook, leave it.”

She huffs, and this time she turns the whole chair. Such a dedicated people watcher.

We sit in silence, but this one isn’t comfortable like before. She folds her arms and glowers at the pedestrians. Not that they are the target of her annoyance.

“Tokyo.” I sigh.

She snaps her head to me, her eyes narrowed. “Don’t Tokyo me.”

I smirk. “You’re still jealous?”

“Fuck you.” She grabs her phone from the table and pushes off her seat.

I grab her wrist. “I’ve only been with you since we got married, darling wife.”

She drops back to her seat, but yanks her hand away. “Why should I believe you?”

“Because I wouldn’t lie to you.” I have never spoken a more honest truth.

The statement sits between us, heavy with implied commitment. Maybe not to the extent she would like to hear, but one that I’m willing to give at this point.

Brook stares at me and then shakes her head, like she can’t agree with herself. “Okay, I trust you.”

Fuck. She awarded me her trust with her body already. But this… this feels like more.

More significant.

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