Page 54 of Solemn Vow

“Like what?” Can she see that I’d like to drag her to the nearest chapel and marry her right this minute? Or that I’d like to tie her to my bed and fuck her until her belly swells with my child?

Are my intentions so easy to read?

No, if she could see those thoughts dancing in my head, she’d be running for the door, not peering up at me with those pretty crystal blue eyes of hers.

“Like you did last night when we got home from the club.” She picks up her plate and cup, carrying both to the sink. “Which is why I slept so late; you kept me up past midnight.” She heads to the door.

“Where are you going?” I ask, ideas for what to do with her before she goes to work already blooming in my mind.

“To get dressed.”

I shake my head. “Not yet.” I cross the kitchen, snagging her hand and pulling her along with me.

“Viktor, where are we going?” She shuffles behind me in the slippers I had delivered along with the other clothes that are hanging up in our room. She won’t take them back to her apartment; she’ll only wear the things the personal shopper brought for her while she’s here.

It’s another argument we’ll have another day.

I’m not in the mood for that now.

Right now, I want something lighter.

Something fun.

“You haven’t seen this part of the condo yet.” I lead her to a side door.

As soon as we step into the hallway, she inhales sharply.

“Is that chlorine?”

We come to another door, and I push it open, letting her walk in ahead of me.

“A pool?” Her voice echoes in the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows cover one wall overlooking the city below, and the ceilings are high enough for her voice to dance along them.

A perk of owning the entire top floor of the building—every corner is for my viewing pleasure of the city.

I peel off my collared shirt and toss it onto one of pool chairs.

“I can’t believe you have a pool in your condo.” She holds onto the ladder and dips a toe in the water. “It’s heated!”

“Of course it is.” I reach for her, pulling her to me and reaching for the hem of her shirt.

“I don’t have a suit.” She looks up at me. Before bed last night, she washed away all traces of makeup and has left only her natural beauty. Her dark lashes brush against her creamy skin when she blinks, and her eyes are softer without the black eyeliner to bring out their vibrance.

“You don’t need one,” I assure her.

She’s almost breathless as my fingertips skim across her soft skin while I pull her top up and over her head.

“None of that.” I shove her hands away when she goes to cover her breasts. The room is heated, but her nipples tighten as soon as the air brushes against them. “I love your breasts.” I cup both, flicking my thumb over the pert buds.

Her throat works and she licks her lips.

I move my hands down to the pajama bottoms and push them down over her hips, letting them fall to her feet.

“They’ll get wet,” she argues, trying to pick them up.

“Don’t care.” I shove out of my trousers and boxers, tossing them next to her pajamas.

“You’re going to ruin your suit pants.”

---