Page 45 of Savage Promises

“Let’s just say there are things I want, things I need in bed that aren’t meant for a young, innocent wife like Neve.”

Lennox’s pupils blow wide, a sign of her arousal. Swallowing hard, she leans forward again, her voice softer now. “So, then what? Are you going to give my sister an initiation to sex that she’s not prepared for? Or are you going to ignore that part of yourself? Live your life unfulfilled?”

For a moment, I can’t breathe. Her question hits me like a punch to the gut. I give her the only answer I can come up with. “I’ll manage.”

It might sound like I’m tough, that I’ll tough it out, but I’m gutted with loss and even jealousy. I’m doomed to a life with a wife who, for all I know, will hate sex and will never satisfy me. Yet, Lennox is a walking bombshell who is going to rock the next man’s world off its axis.

Fuuuuck.

This temptation to sin with her nearly undoes me, but she breaks eye contact to drain the last of her drink. I watch her throat work, picturing those corded muscles swallowing ropes of my hot cum.

“Okay, no more heavy stuff,” I say to put an end to this conversation even though I’m hard as steel. “What looks good on the menu?”

“Honestly, I can’t eat.” She flicks it aside. “I’m still full from that lunch you bought me.”

Food won’t satisfy me either, so I signal for the check. “Then let’s get out of here,” I say, my cock aching to the point of pain.

Dina brings a bill that I don’t look at. I reach into my wallet and just drop two hundreds on the table.

Lennox stumbles slightly as she stands, and my arm winds around her waist in an instant. Her lazy boozy body slumps toward me, her weight, heat, and soft floral perfume take every ounce of my restraint to keep my thoughts in check.

And my dick in my pants.

I have a horrific suspicion one of those is going to lose tonight.

We take a short walk back to the hotel and trek across the grand lobby. Lennox stays quiet, smoldering really. The drunken sway in her step is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

We share the elevator with a group of people, and when we reach Villa Level One, I step through the hallway with confidence and open the door to the place I used to call home for a few years while I worked here.

As I guide Lennox inside, I note how the villa looks exactly the same. They’ve been impeccably maintained and the carpet still smells fresh from the factory.

“Wow,” Lennox gasps, spinning around to take in the luxurious space. “This is...way nicer than I expected,Shane. I don’t need such luxury and so much space.”

“I told you the other night, you deserve nice things, Lennox,” I say and activate the lights as well as the shades to the wall of windows on the far end.

“God, that view.” She saunters that way, her juicy ass in a tight skirt jiggling, teasing me.

That view in-fucking-deed.

Lennox focuses on the lights and sparkle of Manhattan for a moment before turning back to me. Leaning against the glass, she clears her throat, her smile faltering. “Do you mean that? That I deserve nice things?”

“Of course, I mean it.”

Her longing stare does something that nearly stops my heart.

“Prove it,” she whispers and reaches behind her.

Before I register her intention, she unzips her skirt, and it drops to the floor. Next, her long nails pop the snaps that kept her silk blouse closed.

I freeze, my heart beating out of my chest. Lennox is standing there in a lace bra, a picture I’ve only imagined in my dreams. The swells of her breasts pour out of the top.

And her panty is a thong that flosses her cunt and sits on her hips in a picture of erotic beauty that has my cock once again hard as steel.

For a moment, I’m enraged that she might have put these sexy intimates on this morning to greet her fiancé from his business trip. And if that moron chose some other day to tongue his side piece on the street, Rafael Marchant would be getting this show.

NowIam.

“Lennox,” I say in a voice raw with lust. “What are you doing?”

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