Page 33 of Worth the Vow

“I disagree, wife.”

He squeezes my neck ever so slightly, a move which has my breath catching in my lungs. Sitting at the table with his children, Dominic’s aura has overpowered the room. The heat I feel from his gaze is oppressive. I think I’m in over my head.

“...And they lived happily ever after,” I whisper, closing the book quietly as I peer down as Aspen’s beautiful face. Carefully sliding off her bed and onto the floor, I tiptoe out of her room.

Closing the door as silently as I can, I check on Carter and Sienna to find them both asleep. The rest of the house is quiet, except for the sound of dripping water. Following the sound, I find Dominic’s bedroom door open, and I finally recognize the sound of water is from his shower.

His bathroom door isn’t closed all the way, and the glass walls of the shower do nothing to hide his physique. Good fucking God, he is absolutely spectacular.

As Dominic tilts his head back into the spray of water, I find myself stepping closer and closer to get a better look. I know I’m crossing a line, but I can’t seem to force myself to leave. His chest is lightly covered with hair, and I see the faint outline of a series of tattoos above his heart. I think they’re dates, and assume it’s the kids’ birthdays. Of course, Dominic would have a sentimental tattoo.

Deep ridges outline his abs, and the V on his hips leads deliciously into his groin, and I gasp when I see his engorged penis fully erect. Dominic leans back against the shower wall and takes his cock in his hand, stroking steadily as his eyes close in bliss.

I can’t walk away. I’m utterly captivated by the sight of my fake husband jerking off, and I’m tempted to charge into the bathroom to demand he let me take over. What would he do? Would he let me? Would he immediately annul the marriage, and fire me? God, I’m so unbelievably tempted to find out.

I hear his groan as his pace quickens, and the sound reverberates out of the bathroom, straight to my clit, it seems. Smashing my legs together to find some relief, I can’t take my eyes off Dominic. He groans again as his movements become irregular, then he grunts as he comes, shooting line after line of his release against the glass door.

I’m completely panting. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Dominic slowly rubs the tip of his penis, catching the last bit of cum, then rubs it onto his abs, and my knees almost buckle.

When his eyes open, and he looks my way, I dash out the door and hope he didn’t see me.

Dominic

I hope Kate enjoyed that as much as I did.

Dominic

I’m in trouble. Deep shit kind of trouble.

And not because I caught Kate watching me in the shower. Her awkwardness the next day was comical, though.

I’m in trouble because I’m feeling … things. For Kate. And the things I’m feeling for Kate are worrying me. It’s best if this continues as a business partnership. Well, not business. But I shouldn’t get attached to her. I can’t get attached. Hard when the woman puts in a rule that she can continue to be in the lives of my kids, should this agreement end. It’s a good thing, because they love Kate.

Besides, I don’t have time for any kind of romantic involvement. My life is crazy enough as it is.

“Did you contact the guy to come fix the leak in the top hot springs?” My dad asks.

“Yes,” I sigh. Dad calls me a couple times a week to butt in and insert himself.

“What about that guy who said he wanted to invest in the property?” he asks.

“I already told you I met with him last week, and we mutually agreed it wasn’t a good fit.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did. You met me for breakfast Sunday morning,” I remind him, thankful for AirPods so I can rub both temples. I feel a tension headache coming on, and it’s only partially due to my father’s incessant helicoptering.

“I just want to make sure these things get done, son. This hotel was mine long before it was yours,” he snaps.

“Did Grandpa harp on every single detail when he turned it over to you?” I ask.

“No, because I did things right,” Dad blurts out.

“Wonderful, Dad. I’m so glad you think I’m doing a shitty job of running this place. Clearly I’m doing horribly. We’re booked out for months, and we consistently make the ‘Best Of’ lists in the county. But yeah, I’m doing awful. Better start interviewing a replacement,” I respond sarcastically.

“I didn’t mean it that way.”

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