Page 51 of Misguided Vows

“That wasn’t a no.” He smirks. I’m conscious of his wandering hand, which is making me all sorts of hungry—and not for food.

His hand pauses for a moment before it continues its path, and I feel powerless to stop him. I don’twantto stop him. I guess he was giving me a chance to push him away or tell him no, and I did neither of those things.

Suddenly, his hand changes direction and moves down to my knee. When he reaches the hem of my dress, he pulls it up, then slides his warm palm up my bare thigh.

“How long do you think until you’re finished with the shop?” Rya asks, and I slam my hand on top of Will’s, trying to keep my expression neutral.

“If everything goes to schedule, in about two weeks.”

“And do you plan to go back to London?” she asks. He squeezes my thigh a little tighter and ignores my hand as his fingers continue to trail between my legs. I’m acutely aware of the moment he begins to stroke the outside of my panties.

Fuck me, this man wants me to soak this fucking chair.

“Yes, I booked my flight already,” I squeak.

“You did?” Will asks, and I turn to look at him.

“Yes, I did.” I avoid looking down where his hand is under the table and up my dress.

“Well then, I guess you’re coming with me tonight.” He pulls his hand from between my legs, offering it to me as he stands. I’m staring at him, confused, trying to avoid everyone else’s questioning looks and raised brows. “If we only have two weeks left to fuck, we’re leaving now, milady.”

“We can’t just leave now; we’ve barely eaten.” I roll my eyes at him, then glance around the table. Everyone is waiting for me to answer, and no one seems overly surprised. I forgot who I’m sitting with here.

“Yes, and I would like to eat as well. So, please stand up, and let’s get going. I can’t continue to slide my hand up your dress under the table all night when I know what’s underneath.” My cheeks go pink at his words, and Honey chuckles.

How the fuck can I stay after he’s announced that to everyone?

I stand, and Will immediately grabs my hand.

“Thanks for dinner.” Will waves at everyone before all but dragging me out of the restaurant.

CHAPTER 28

Will

The minute we’re out of the restaurant, I push her up against the wall and my hands are on her. She doesn’t stop me and or pull away when my lips smash against hers.

No, she kisses me back—feverishly, hungrily, and demandingly.

Her hands come up around my neck, and she holds on, her bag hitting my back as I assault her with my fucking lips, my body pressed up against her.

Fucking hell, why did I even think I could walk away from this? Fromher?

I can’t.

It’s impossible.

Two weeks of only watching her through a screen was torture.

“Will…” she says breathlessly against my lips. I lean back, but my body stays locked to hers, crushing her to the wall.

“Yes?”

“Not here.”

It’s the first time I realize onlookers are gawking, shocked at the show we’re putting on.

I couldn’t give a flying fuck. I’ll have her against this wall in front of everyone if it’s the only way to get my taste of her. Then again, as I notice men lining up for the restaurant, I don’t like the thought of that.

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