Page 21 of Illicit Temptation

“Haven’t needed one.”

I tilt my head. “Your cousins don’t have one in their pockets?”

Trace futzes with his tie. He doesn’t wantthemto know either. “I can look for someone discreet.”

“Please don’t use Shane,” I stress.

“Not Shane,” he agrees. “I can come back when I have a few days off and we could...brainstorm.” He leans in to me. “In your pool. Naked. Under the stars. You can think of how to divorce me while I eat your pussy. Although, I’m thinking by the time you come, you won’t want a divorce.”

My body warms with the image. I wish I could remember how that felt, or the sensation of having him inside me. The staggering height, the broad chest, and the cockiness suggest I would lose my mind. Literally.

For the past eight years, I’ve only seen myself with Archer. With that uncertain future smoldering in the ashes, it feels good to be free. Lots of men proposition me at parties and galas, so I won’t have any trouble finding a date.

But just fun. Nothing more.

“You can expect to be shot in the back if Balor sends one of those drones over my house to check on me.”

“What a way to go. My face buried between your legs.” Trace leans in. “The sweet smell of your cunt is the last breath I want to take.”

He smolders in adrenaline-fused bravado. I wade through the thick molasses of that kind of confidence with my brothers. So why are my panties soaked?

I blush, swallowing thickly. “You’re insane.”

But a shudder runs through me, and I’m ready to tell him to meet me at the house Lachlan and Katya rented. They left this morning. The cleaning girls won’t be there until noon.

“Insanely desperate to fuck you again.” Trace circles the column of my throat with a large hand, the heat of his ringed fingers spiraling through me. “Are you on the pill, princess?”

“I am.” But it’s not helping the cramps the way they used to. “Did you use a condom in Vegas?”

“No.”

“I was on the pill then anyway.” I got tested three yearsago anyway. Mostly because of Archer. “Did we even discuss it before we...”

An evil grin builds on his mouth. “We sure did. What do you take me for?”

It’s hard to wrap my head around agreeing to let a man go bareback with me. Only...it’s Trace. He must have been very convincing. I’m sure even in my vulnerable state, I knew I could trust him.

“How do we fix this?” I clear the lust from my dry throat.

“I don’t consider being married to you as something broken.”

My stomach twists, thinking he won’t make this easy for me. But why? When my phone buzzes, I groan. “I have to go.”

“As do I.” He brushes a loose strand of my hair behind one ear and whispers hotly against my skin. “Feel free to knock on my door any time if you want a good fuck. I recall you like my cuddle game, too.” Trace gets into his car and drives off.

I glance back at my house, wondering if Soren witnessed any of this. The way my heart pumps with worry shows the reality of how much my life is not my own.

How I think I’m free, but this is just a cage at the beach.

My guards protect me, but their loyalties lie with Lachlan. He’s their boss. Trace knows this and right now, self-preservation ranks higher for him than giving me a divorce.

The alarm blares on my phone again.

Appointment Reminder: G-Man

Shoot. My gynecologist check-up.

Someone’s fingers will be in my pussy in an hour. Just not the man I want.

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