Page 71 of Misguided Vows

I didn’t bring much makeup, so I use what I have, applying foundation and curling my lashes before I add mascara. Luckily, I always carry lip liner in my purse and I swipe it on before I fix my hair. I put it up in a high bun and brush back the flyaways. Considering the short notice, I think I look put together enough, and it only took me twenty minutes.

I call that a win. Heading out of my room with my black purse, I walk down the stairs and find Will leaning over the kitchen counter, his ass to me, as my mother tells him a story about my father.

It’s strange to have a man fill the space in the kitchen again. Especially Will. And I don’t know how I feel about hearing my mother sigh over memories of my father. It’s a part of her heart that never entirely closed, and that terrifies me.

I clear my throat. “I’m ready.”

Will straightens up and turns to face me. “That was fast,” he says, his eyes roaming over me. I like how he’s looking at me right now. Considering he’s seen every nook and cranny of my body, he appreciates even the clothes I wear. And it’s nice.

“Oh, honey, you look beautiful,” my mother gushes. “Have the best night. And if you don’t come home tonight, I’ll see you in the morning.” She kisses my cheek.

“That’s a bit presumptuous. He doesn’t need encouragement,” I say to her.

“Well, at least he won’t be playing his games and playing with himself tonight, right?” she says, her dry humor making an appearance.

Will’s jaw unhinges, and it’s absolutely priceless. I laugh, and eventually so does Will.

“I don’t know if I should ask what you’ve told your mother about me,” he says, exasperated.

My mother turns to Will. “Only good things, of course. It was lovely to meet you, Will. Make sure you don’t become a stranger.” She presses a kiss to his cheek, and it shocks me at how welcoming my mother is. She has not one ounce of skepticism about him, yet for anyone I dated years ago, she was always cautious and worried. How do I tell her Will is the most dangerous of them all?

Will presses his hand to my lower back as we close the door behind us. My mother waving at me as if she’s just sent me off to prom or something.

“I wonder if we have time for me to taste you before we get there,” Will whispers in my ear. “After all, I had so many hours staring up at the ceiling imagining it.” I chuckle and turn to look at him as we walk to the car.

“We shall see. Depends on how well you behave,” I say, still shocked that he’s actually here.

“Oh, darling, I can be the best boy. Please tell me you’ll reward me if I’m a good boy.” He presses me against the car before opening the door for me, and I can hear the lethal edge in his tone. Punishment for the little prank I played on him earlier.

“You’ll be a good boy?” I ask, leaning in, and he nods, lowering his head to kiss the side of my neck.

“A very good boy,” he purrs. “But before that, I believe you have to be punished for a certain little situation you created for me.”

I chuckle as he presses kisses along my jaw.

“How did you get out of the restraints?”

“Let me have a taste first and then I’ll tell you,” he growls as he opens the door beside me.

I chuckle, now thoroughly entertained and curious. “Okay, I guess you can have a taste,” I whisper as I slide into the passenger seat. He smirks as he closes the door behind me. And I’m certain it won’t be long until his hands are on me.

CHAPTER 39

Will

She’s laughing hard, her hand on her chest, as I explain the compromising position my driver Albert, River, Alek, and even Crue found me in. Not that I care about that; it’s her laughter that makes me realize she needs to be punished just in case she plans on trying that stunt again any time soon.

We’re in the back of the car, the driver’s gaze discreetly fixed on the road, as I generously advised and paid him for.

“Did I tell you already how beautiful you look?” I ask, sliding a fraction closer to her. She smiles, those eyes darkening in pure fuckable desire. Everything about this woman oozes sex. I can’t keep away from her.

“Thank you.” She takes my hand and guides it under her dress and between her legs. “Since you went through such an ordeal, it’s only right that I reward you. Just a taste to appease you until you can prove what a good boy you can be.” She winks, and, fuck, my cock goes rock hard, pressing uncomfortably against my pants. It was already hard when I first saw her tonight, and I had to think about dead dogs in order to not get a full-on boner in front of her mother.

“Oh, I’ll be the best-behaved boy you’ve ever seen,” I say, sliding my hand all the way up her dress to find her wearing no underwear.

Fuck. Me.

She’s watching me carefully, and I lean in because I can’t help myself around her. I kiss those fuckable lips that tease me without her even doing anything. I’m so wrapped up in her that I don’t even know how I’m going to willingly let her return to London. I wanted her out of my system, but now I’ve had a taste, and cut off a job simply for her, I’m not sure when I’ll be satisfied.

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