Page 27 of Risky Vows

I shiver.Wouldn't you like to know?I can't give in as much as my body wants to. A hot stir swirls behind my breasts, my pulse skittering. His nearness is enough to mess up my hormones. "I went shopping."

He gives me a charming smile, but the glint in his eyes tells me he knows I'm playing a game. "So I hear."

"You hear it, but do you see it?"

"Not yet." He puts his drink on the table and motions to pull me closer, but I outsmart him and scoot back, lifting my hand in rebuttal. "Show me," he demands, a trace of impatience in his tone. "I want to see."

His gaze follows the black fabric peeking from the robe. I slowly loosen the robe, showing him a bit more. "Nice."

When my eyes meet his, his stare is hungry. Tingles spread through me and arrow down, landing right between my thighs."Tell me about your day… and the robe goes," I say in my best vixen voice. A talent I didn't know I had until now.

He laughs, the cocky sound echoing through the living area. "The robe will go the second I want it to. I know you're already soaking wet for me. But I have a better deal."

I shake my head, wishing he was wrong.Be strong, Amara. Be strong.

"I'll exchange any questions you want to ask me about my day… and I'll answer them in detail," he says, closing the distance until I feel his breath on my skin.

I'm so aroused that my head bobs forward and touches his face. "Yes?"

He kisses my cheek, and red-hot lust travels through my blood. Fuck. "I'll do all that… for your ass."

I square my shoulders and withdraw, adding a sliver of space between us. My heart lurches. "My ass?"

He catches a strand of my hair and curls it around his index finger. "Your round, epic, peachy ass. With my cock in it. Tonight."

I part my lips, close them, and consider his shameless offer. He wants anal so bad that he's willing to admit to murder. The idea sends a boost to my female pride. Then I remember it's not exactly like he hid killing Ugo from my family since he did it at their house in daylight. When he thrust his finger into my asshole, I didn't mind it. At first, it was new… but then I got used to it. Is it going to be the same with his cock?

"I've never done that before."

He catches a fistful of my hair and tugs. My breath catches in my throat. My scalp tingles. Deep down, we both want the same thing tonight.

"That only makes me want to do it more, rat. Think of your ass as apièce deresistance."

If he continues talking in his deep, sexy voice, there won't be much resistance left. "Doesn't it, hm, hurt?"

"I hear it's uncomfortable initially, but I promise I'll make it all better."

"I bet. I couldn't learn from a better teacher, right?" I roll my eyes.

"Jealous?"

I look away. With James, I never worried about other women. I should have, as he was such a wonderful man. Flawless character, and he would have been a great husband and father. But Massimo is different. He's all trouble. I worry—a lot. "No. I guess whatever we do in bed, I have to come to terms with the fact that you've already done it with half the country," I say, hating how disappointed I sound. Why does it matter? It shouldn't.

"Who cares? Now I want to use my expertise on you… just you," he says in a deep baritone that sends shivers down my spine. Oh God, how I wish that were true. "I never had anal sex without a condom. It'll be a first for me, too."

"Oh." I bite the inside of my cheek.

"A first I'd give nearly anything to experience," he says and puts my hand on his cock. "As you can tell."

I squeeze his cock over his pants. He groans. Our eyes meet, and the hungry stare sends melted heat to my knees. Awareness flows in my veins, my nipples as hard as diamond tips. And yes, he's right about me being soaking wet. Slick heat sifts through the flimsy fabric and sticks to my thighs.

"Do we have a deal?"

"Yes."

He fishes his phone from his pocket, looks at the screen, slides a few pages, clicks a couple of times, and puts it on the coffee table. What's he doing? "I ordered a couple of thingsto help us with our deal. They’ll be here in less than twenty minutes."

I blink. He must mean a tube of lube or something of the sort. I may not have had backdoor sex before, but I know you need stuff. The idea of him pounding me from behind, stretching my hole, fills me with a mix of anticipation and a twinge of apprehension.

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