Page 86 of Reckless Vow

He chuckles. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The bastard.

But he crooks his fingers and does something else with his thumb, and bites my nipple, and it’s like he’s mastered my body in one single night.

An orgasm washes over me, and I’m coming and coming while he keeps finger fucking me.

And as I slowly come down, he’s there, stroking my hair, planting kisses on my shoulder and handing me a glass of water.

One thing is clear. Baldo Cassinetti is an extremely generous lover.

We lie facing each other, just enjoying the closeness.

We’re exhausted—well, I am. But I don’t want to go to sleep. I feel like a new woman. Like tonight, the confession, the chase and the orgasms have fixed another broken piece in me.

A piece I didn’t even know was still loose somewhere inside. A piece I never knew existed is now reattached.

And Baldo is tentatively a part of it. He always has been, but I’m trying not to give it too much consequence because it scares me.

“Are you sore?” he rasps.

“In the best way possible.” I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for several days, but it’s not like I need to go anywhere.

“You should get some sleep.”

“What about you?” I aim my eyes at the bulge in his briefs.

“Don’t worry about me.”

“I don’t understand, though. Most men aren’t this giving.”

He keeps touching me.

Stroking my shoulder gently with the pad of his thumb.

Curling a strand of my hair around his finger.

And staring into my eyes. It’s a bit unnerving. He must see into my soul, and I’m not sure that’s a place I want to show him yet.

The world outside is in a deep slumber. The nightlife wore off hours ago, and the morning bustle of the city hasn’t started yet.

“Taking care of women’s…” He pauses, his jaw ticking. “Of your needs, gives me satisfaction.”

Of my needs? It wasn’t his first choice of words, and now I’m again thinking about all the other women he satisfies. About the long-legged brunette from his office.

But fuck it, he’s with me, not with her.

Taking care of my needs.

I don’t even do that properly most days, and having someone else put me first like this is unsettling. It makes me feel naked. More than I already am. Exposed. Discovered.

The feeling coils around my spine, settling in my chest, depriving me of oxygen. Baldo’s full attention is on me, and I don’t want him to witness another panic attack.

So I lean into sarcasm. “Like I’m a job well done.”

He smirks, but shrugs.

“So it was mind-blowing for me and just a job for you?”

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