Page 40 of Deceitful Vows

I nod, uneager to test his leniency with a worded lie just yet. I’m also not sure I can speak through the lustiness scorching my throat.

“How?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer. “You’re so hot with lust that if I were to slide my cock inside you right now, you’d scald?—”

“Off any nasties your inability to keep your dick in your pants might cause your wife?”

I said he could make any woman believe adultery is okay.

I amnotthat woman.

He smirks like I struck him, so I make right of the injustice.

I slap him.

The triumph I feel when his head rockets to the side only lasts a second. That’s how fast he advances on me without warning.

In less than a heartbeat, I’m re-pinned to the wall of the elevator, and my mouth is being ravished by the man I swore only minutes ago I’d never let touch me again.

Andrik kisses me as if he can’t breathe without his mouth on mine while he removes the bulky jacket stopping our bodies from completely joining.

The kiss steals away every negative thought I’m having. A deep, lush embrace that surges both my heart and clit into a chaotic beat. It is greedy and devouring, so you can imagine how hard it is for me to pull back.

It is a battle I win—just.

“Stop.” What should be an affirmation comes out sounding more like a moan. “I don’t want this.”

There’s no doubt my last word is a moan. It can’t be helped. Andrik’s growl when he slips his hands under my skirt to grip my bare ass warrants nothing less than a desperate, needy rumble.

He knows I’m bare under my skirt, and like all cocky, arrogant men, he assumes I went without panties for him.

“Andrik…” I push out breathlessly when he falls to his knees and shoves up my skirt.

The more I try to push down the risqué flare, the higher he hoists it.

Within seconds, it is caught in the knot of Mikhail’s college shirt, erotically exposing me, and Andrik absorbs every minute detail.

“Christ. I fucking knew you were drenched for me.”

He backhands my clit before a single lie can fire from my mouth.

When he rubs his fingertips over my opening, my clit’s throbs match the brutal drumming of my heart against my ribs.

My defenses weaken more with every subtle touch, but I try to remember my objectives.

“We can’t. You’re married.”

“It’s an arrangement.” His hot breaths batter my sex as he talks fast and without hesitation. “A tactically laid out ruse. It’s not this.” He lifts his eyes to my face. “She isn’t you.” Vulnerability fires through his hooded gaze. “And since you are…you, I won’t break my promise.”

Again, confusion slaughters my smarts.

I stop thinking with my head when that happens.

When Andrik’s fingers finally shift their focus to my clit, I balance on my tiptoes. He massages the nervy bud with steady, unhurried swivels, tightening my core and removing the last of my objections my confusion didn’t wipe.

“She willneversee me like this.” The pad of his thumb rubs my clit as he peers up at me over my thrusting chest. “On my knees, desperate to please.”

I lean my back against the wall and grip my breasts, desperate to ease the ache of their heaviness when his words stimulate my clit as much as his assurance does.

“I’d never had an interest in pleasing a woman orally until I tasted you.”

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