Page 59 of Reckless Promises

“I’m just surprised, that’s all. I was under the impression you were under lock and key.”

“Oh, I was.” I shake my head at the reminder. “But Paulina, one of the girls assigned specifically to me and my sister, didn’t agree with my dad keeping us cooped up, so she’d sneak things to us. Magazines, phones...”

“Vibrators.” Cillian chuckles.

“It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s fucking hot.” His grip on my thighs tightens, and I don’t think he’s lying as I feel his steel length pressing against me. “Did you bring it?”

Did I bring it?

I didn’t expect that to be his question, and it has all my blood rushing to my cheeks.

Nervously, I nod.

Cillian releases my thighs. “Good, go get it.”

“You want me to get it?”

He nods when I turn and face him.

“My vibrator?”

“Your vibrator.” He’s dead serious.

“Why?”

“Because, Odette”—he grips my chin, brushing his thumb up and over my lip—“your husband wants to see you come. How do you feel about that?”

How do I feel about that?

One sentence has never made my body react the way it is now, lightheaded from my blood burning hot in my veins.

I press my lips together and take Cillian in. He’s shirtless, wearing those gray sweats that drive me out of my mind. His hair is messy from a long night. And the scruff on his jaw roughs up his otherwise clean features.

“Okay.”

Climbing off the bed, I feel Cillian’s eyes on me as I walk to the closet. It’s buried in a bag in the back because I was worried he’d find it and judge me. And I haven’t touched it since I’ve been here. Digging it out, I carry it back over to the bed, noticing Cillian hasn’t moved.

“You realize, this does nothing for you.” I climb onto the bed, and the moment I do, Cillian wraps his arms aroundme and pulls me so I’m once more sitting with my back to his bare chest.

“Wrong. It does everything for me.”

“How?”

Cillian reaches around me and flips open the vibrator case. “Because it pleases my wife. And as I’ve told you before, I want you happy.”

He rests his palms on the tops of my thighs, grazing them gently. And I pull the vibrator out with shaky hands. I’ve never been so nervous to pleasure myself as I am right now.

As if he can sense it, he kisses my neck. “What do you think about when you’re touching yourself, Odette?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.” Slowly, he tips my legs open, skating his fingers to the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs. “Tell me.”

He reaches for the vibrator in my hand and turns it on, before once more planting his hands on my legs.

I tip my head against Cillian’s shoulder as I lower the vibrator. His touch already has me wet, and the moment I peel my underwear aside and slick the vibrator over me, my entire body shivers.

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