Page 72 of Reckless Promises

Vibrations kick up between my legs, and my grip on his thigh tightens.

“Remember where we are, Clover.” He grins against my ear before planting a kiss on my jaw.

My eyes must be saucers staring at him. I hadn’t forgotten the vibrator was there, but when he hadn’t used it yet, I thought maybe his threats in the car were just him teasing.

Instead, he kicks it up another level.

I’m barely holding on as my body heats, and I’m thankful the music in the room is enough to disguise any sound.

“Are you okay?” Cassidy’s eyebrows pinch as she looks at me.

“Fine.” I force a smile, and Cillian cuts the vibrations.

“You sure?” He brushes his fingers down my jaw, and I swear one more touch is going to set me off. “You look a little flushed.”

The asshole.

I hate him. I want him.

If no one was here, I might straddle his lap, because the way this man makes me come is borderline torture.

“I’m—” My breath stutters as I shift in my seat. And even if the vibrator is off now, it moves against me. “I’m fine. I just need some water.”

Reaching for my glass, I’m not sure I’m actually hiding anything, but Cassidy accepts it and turns to Brandon when he asks her a question.

“Are you sure she’s okay?” Brandon asks this time. “She really looks like she’s not feeling well.”

The opposite, actually. I feel great. And if I don’t come soon, I might go insane.

“You’re right, she does look a little warm.” Cillian smirks. “I think it’s time I take my wife back to our room.”

26

Odette

Cillian hits a buttonto lower the divider in the car. “We’ll stop here, thanks.”

The driver nods, pulling off to the side of the road.

“I thought we were going back to the hotel.”

“We are.” Cillian climbs out when the driver opens his door, reaching his hand for mine. “But I thought you might like to see the water first.”

Stepping out, he takes off his jacket and wraps it around me. It’s still warm from his body heat, and it smells like a warm winter night and blackberries.

“Won’t you be cold?” I glance at his dress shirt.

“I’ll be fine.”

He guides me onto the sidewalk, and I don’t miss that the men in the car following us climb out as well. But they keep their distance, never inserting themselves unless necessary.

Cillian walks me to a metal railing sitting at the edge of a pier. Beneath us, the water splashes. Deep depths that are nearly black at night. Lapping waves fill the silence while I breathe in the salt-saturated air.

“It’s incredible.”

“It’ll be nicer tomorrow when we visit the docks.”

“Except it won’t have the moon.” I look up to where it’s full and hanging in the sky. The glow reflecting on every ripple along the water.

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