Page 87 of Traitor

It was soft and slow, my lips barely brushing against his. His hand tightened against my hip and I moaned softly. This was wrong. I was going to hate myself when I sobered up.

I didn’t care.

One song faded into the next, but we remained in the same spot on the dance floor, wrapped around each other and completely oblivious to everything around us.

Mike broke our kiss. “I’ve missed you.”

I blinked rapidly to dispel the gathering tears and pressed my lips to his chin. “I’ve missed you too, Tex. God, I’ve missed you.”

“Come back to my room?” He bit his lip and gave me a hopeful look.

I nodded. He was the only choice.

We said hurried goodbyes before bolting back toward the inn, giggling like children as we ran. Mike lost patience and scooped me up into his arms with a roar, carrying me the rest of the way.

It took the two of us twenty minutes to get up the stairs to his room, I kept getting lost in his kiss. The minute his mouth met mine, all I could think about was keeping it there.

The room spun slowly as Mike closed and latched the door behind him. I felt so good. My hands came up and cradled my breasts—it wasn’t my hands that I wanted though.

“Damn, baby. I could watch you touch yourself like this all night.”

I dropped my eyes back down to him with a small smile. “Oh, yeah?” I unzipped my dress and let it hit the carpet. My skin tingled in anticipation of what was to come.

One last dance.

One last time.

Chapter Eleven

June 2016

“Um, perhaps I should come back another time?”

“Oh no, Reverend. What is it you said yesterday? Time is promised to no man? I think that’s how it went. Anyway, I’ve got the bride and the ring, I’d say we’re good to go.”

So, I did a thing.

The reverend looked beyond me and into the room where Lauren was passed out asleep. “She has to be conscious and agree to the marriage. Until that happens, I’ll be in my room.” I grabbed him by the back of his shirt as he tried to walk off.

“Now, hold on. I’m not making you do this for free—I’ve got five hundred dollars in my wallet if you perform the ceremony. What do you say—”

He wrenched himself out of my grasp and spun around. “I am a man of the cloth, sir. I do not accept bribes—”

I kept my voice low to avoid waking Lauren. “Man of the cloth?What the fuck does that even mean? Everybody accepts bribes; it’s how the world works.”

He shook his head and headed for the stairs.

“Do I need to use the handcuffs on you too?” I hissed after him, before stomping back into the room and slamming the door.

Shit.

I was going to have to find a new officiant.

Lauren groaned and shifted around in the bed. She’d fallen asleep in my shirt, but hadn’t bothered with the buttons. My dick got hard just looking at her. “Mmm…all of me is dying.” The handcuffs clinked against the headboard and her eyes popped open. “What the fuck?”

I waved from the end of the bed, as her chest began to turn scarlet. “Michael Sullivan, did you handcuff me to the bed?”

“Yes, but only because you keep running away from me. I told you I was going to clear my name. It shouldn’t be a surprise to you that I’m using the cuffs to keep you compliant during questioning.”

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