Page 59 of Illicit Temptation

“The Millennium Plaza.”

“And what did we do in my room?”

Her head dips back again. “Oh God. We had such great sex.”

That we did.

It’s so sharp in my memory. “Did you like when I licked your pussy?”

“God, yes.” She grinds her hips against the steel pipe in my pants. “I need to feel that again. All of it.”

My throat tightens. “All of what?”

“Your fingers in my ass. I came so hard.”

Oh my God, shedoesremember. The memory is stored so far down, she has no access to it.

Until she takes these damn meds.

Fuck, I have to confiscate them from her. Tell Darragh to call in something else to help her sleep. I can’t have her taking these when I’m not around. I press my mouth to her lips one more time. My body is dying to fuck her, but this isn’t Shea. Not the Shea I now know.

And I can’t tell her this happened, she’ll be mortified. I want her fair and square. I want the real her.

The woman who doesn’t know about this impending marriage deal her brothers made. I checked out Nico Scava. He’s handsome, rich, and more powerful than her brothers. Plus, Italians are known for their big cocks.

For all I know, she’llwantto marry the dosser. My professional integrity wars with my loosening morals to ask her about it. Find out how she really feels about the idea of marrying a Las Vegas mafia king.

My eyes wander over this East Hampton palace. Is it too much to ask that she choose an enforcer over a king? A king won’t let her work even though Vegas is party-central.I’lllet her work.I’llgive her anything she wants.

Because I wanther.

And this isn’ther. I know that now. I didn’t know her well enough then to understand she was blackout drunk.Thisis cheating. Christ, what a time to grow a conscience.

“Let’s get you back into bed, princess.” I pick up the can of whipped cream and steer her to her stairs.

On the steps, she walks in front of me, her ass cheeks shifting. A tiny scrap of lace is hiding the only place Ididn’ttake her that night. I just tested how tight she was with my fingers. Her ass will be my undoing.

In her room, she plops into the bed.

It could be so simple. Just drop my pants and fuck her. Relieve this ache. Give us what we both want. But it will be one more time that the SheaI knowwon’t remember us fucking. I can’t live with that. Not again.

“Lay down, princess.”

Smiling, she slips under the covers, and I drag them up past her tits because my strength is hanging on by a fucking thread.

“Do you love me, Trace?” Her question hits me in the chest.

She won’t remember this...

“Aye, I do.” And I’m not sure that’s a lie at this point. Given how long I’ve known her and the aching crush I had on her growing up.

“Good, because I love you. I’ve loved you this whole time.”

Startled, a giant lump in my throat threatens to choke me, and I’m ready to burst. “Always?”

“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t.”

This is too much to unravel, it’s not her. It’s not real.

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