Page 71 of Heartless Vows

“Will Tristan wear those?” I ask as I tease the flesh around her necklace clasp.

She shivers and smiles at me.

“He’s always asking for a slimmer watch, so he’ll love this one. I just wish he could video call me from it like he can his current one.”

I wrap my hand around her nape.

“You didn’t hear a thing the sales lady said today, did you?” I ask.

Her sheepish expression is too much. I swoop down and take the kiss I’ve been dying to share with her ever since our last one ended.

When I lift my mouth from hers, my half-hard cock throbs in my jeans and her cheeks redden in a blush.

“He can video call, voice call, and text from this watch,” I say against her mouth.

She pulls back and lifts the box in disbelief.

“What? How? There’s no way there’s a camera, speakers, and microphone hidden in this tiny thing.”

I chuckle and point them out to her, but she remains skeptical.

“My watch can do the same, but your bracelet doesn’t have a screen or camera, so you’re limited to voice calls.”

“Show me,” she demands.

We connect Tristan’s watch to her phone and play around until she’s convinced. I smirk and lift her hand to my lips.

“Every piece of jewelry has an emergency button. You press it, I find you.”

“Button? On my ring? Where?”

When I point them out to her, she shakes her head in amazement.

“I can’t believe I’ve never heard of these before. I mean, I know you can buy GPS jewelry online, but this is another level.No onewould suspect these are anything but pretty. How did you find them?”

“He didn’t find them. He special ordered them,” Fiero interrupts.

I send him a glare.

“When? We learned we were getting engaged less than four days ago.”

“I placed the order when I couldn’t take you home with me that first night,” I snarl.

“All eight sets?” she squeaks.

“I meant what I said earlier, Aurora. If you didn’t like any of them, I’d keep trying until I got it right.”

“You’re crazy,” she whispers.

As I cup her face and worship her lips, Fiero’s mumbled, “You can say that again,” filters through my ears and prevents me from taking the kiss too far.

I lift my face from hers when Fiero rolls to a stop at the gate to the Achilles’ familial estate, but Aurora chases me with a whine. I wrap my fingers around her throat and nip her bottom lip.

“You can wear your engagement ring, but not the wedding band,” I mutter against her cheek.

She huffs and holds her fist against her chest, almost as though she’s daring me to take it from her, before sighing and offering me her fingers. I slip the delicate band off her dainty digit before tucking it into a ring case and wedging it into my pocket.

“No one takes it off but me,capisci?”

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