Page 23 of The Price of a Promise

I plunged my fingers into the velvety heat of her pussy and flashed a big smile to the server.“I think we’re fine.Right, Cora?”

Cora cleared her throat and then let out a squeak, her thighs rigid beneath the coat.She was so close to coming.I pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger, her juices dripping down my hand.The server drifted away, none the wiser, and I captured Cora’s lips in a kiss.

“Come for me, Mrs.Fairchild.”

Her thighs went rock hard around my hand.The whimper was the only external sign that she’d crossed the ledge, but beneath my leather jacket I could feel the way her pussy pulsed around my fingers, drawing them deeper into her.Only I could sense how her breaths had turned feathery and hurried.

My entire body itched with the need to plunge my cock into her, to give her every inch of my passion.But not here.We’d never fool a server if I was allowed to fuck her properly.

I nibbled on her ear lobe as her orgasm subsided, sweeping lazy circles around her throbbing clit.

“That was just the pre-party,” I whispered into her ear.“Proper celebration to come.”

“I wish I didn’t have to fly back Sunday morning.”

“I’ll come out soon,” I told her, the declined message from my debit card flashing behind my lids.“I’ll make it work.”Even though I had no idea how to make it work.Our future depended on it.

She shifted against me, opening her mouth to say something.But in lieu of words, she gasped.I withdrew my hand from beneath her dress on instinct.Her feet shot to the floor, gaze stuck at the entrance to the bar.

“Jesus, it’s Vince.”She clutched at the leather jacket over her lap, as though my fingers were still buried knuckle deep.Her neck flushed, and she reached for her drink.“Why the fuck is he here,” she muttered above the rim of her glass.

Her father’s driver was part chauffer, part bodyguard.The man was one of those mafia-for-hire types, your run-of-the-mill, take-no-shit Brooklyn dudes who would not hesitate to break your wrist and then threaten to sue for the inconvenience of having to break your wrist.

He was the sort of guy I wanted on my side…and the sort of guy I dreaded having to deal with when he was on Allan’s side.

“We can leave,” I offered.“The tab is closed.”

“Like we can escape now.”Her throat bobbed, and she swore under her breath.“He just saw us.”

Vince frowned his way over to us.We were in trouble, though I didn’t know why.Unless Allan couldsensethat I’d asked his daughter to marry me.

“What are you doing here?”Cora hissed when Vince was within hearing range.

“Get your stuff.Car’s downstairs.”He snapped his fingers and jerked his thumb in the direction of the door.“Pronto, little lady.”

“I’m busy,” Cora said through clenched teeth.

“Don’t matta.There’s an emergency.Let’s go.”Vince crossed his wrists and waited, leaving no room for debate.

“I’ll take her,” I said.

Vince hefted with a laugh.“That’s funny.You ready, Cora?”

“My father is capable of speaking to me himself.”She straightened her back.“I don’t understand what could be so important.”

“He’ll explain when you get to the hospital.”

Cora’s eyes widened, and she turned to me.In a low voice, she said, “I should go, right?”

I worked my jaw back and forth.The whole thing was a little fucked up, but she didn’t want to be on the wrong side of an emergency.Despite what I felt about the man, he was her father.

“Yeah.We’ll meet up after, okay?”

She nodded and reached for her purse, pressing a quick kiss to my lips.Her toned body stretched out as she stood, the shimmer of her calves snagging my attention once more.I reached for her as she walked away, my fingertips brushing the black hem of her dress.

Even though she had to leave, there was still reason to celebrate.

The engagement ring glittered on her left hand as she walked toward the door.

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