Page 85 of Reckless Promises

“Sit.”

She moves for a chair, but I shake my head, so she pauses as she watches my gaze drift to the table in front of me.

Odette lifts onto it and sits there.

“What have I said about getting dressed before leaving our bedroom?”

She kicks her feet, pursing her lips and pretending to think about it. “To put on more clothes.”

“Exactly.” I narrow my eyes at her.

“It’s midnight.”

“Why aren’t you in bed then?”

Her feet pause, and she bites her lip. “Why do you think?”

My blood runs hot as her gaze skims me over. The most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on, and she sits in front of me because she’smine.

“Besides.” She reaches for the tie on her robe, slowly peeling it open. “You’re the one who wanted me to buy this, so I thought you might want to see it.”

She slips the robe off her shoulders, revealing the slip I had her buy when she went shopping with Fallon. Not only that, but she’s also paired it with the knife I gave her, strapped to her thigh.

Lingerie and blades. And I’m at full fucking mast.

“Worth every penny.”

She smiles at my approval, tipping her knees open the slightest. “Well, if you’re happy now, I guess I can go—”

Before she can finish her sentence or stand up, I tug her thighs to the edge of the table. The movement’s so quick, she has to plant her hands behind her to brace herself.

But before I go any further, I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Cameras.” I open my app and shut off anything wired to this room. I’ll have to go back and erase everything from the moment she showed up, but I’ll do that later.

“Don’t want them seeing your wife in lingerie, Cillian?” She’s taunting me and it has me gripping her thigh harder.

“Not that, exactly.” I peel the sheer scrap of fabric covering her pussy aside and push her knees wider. “But no one’s allowed to see you come as your husband eats your perfect pussy. And I plan on spending at least a couple of orgasms thanking you for a vision that will be burned in my brain forever.”

Her mouth falls open, and it might be in appreciation, or it might be to talk back.

I don’t care.

I dive between her legs and steal whatever she was about to say with my tongue on her clit. All I want from her right now are her screams. And she’s going to give me all of them.

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Odette

Cillian’s tongue finds myclit, and I lose my snappy comeback.

My head tips back, and I fall to the table. My husband works my core like he’s begging me to come for him, and I grip his hair trying to hold on.

Grabbing my thighs, he pulls me down further so my ass is hanging off the table for him. His tongue drives inside me, and he hums.

A magical vibration that has my entire body shaking.

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