Page 47 of Deceitful Vows

Paige smiles shyly and then focuses on her salad, spearing a piece of avocado with her fork. Her gaze falls on the lone brass key in the box, and I know she’s dying to ask questions.

“Technically, we don’t own it yet,” I reply. “We’re negotiating the price, and then there’s closing. The couple that owns it are excited to retire early. None of their children are interested in running the place. It’s a good location.”

“What about security?” she asks, eyeing the few diners seated at random tables.

“The river protects one side, and security can stay in the inn. You don’t have to open it to the public. You’ll be safe here as long as you don’t forget who you are.”

Paige puts down her fork and looks around the charming antique interior with exposed beams and wood plank floors. A large stone fireplace crackles and fills the room with warmth. The walls are a mix of wood paneling and stone accents. In the corner is a bar stocked with local craft beers. Old, framed prints and maps of the area hang on the walls, giving the inn a sense of local history.

Paige smiles when she realizes it’s a good idea. No doubt one that Zhanna would approve. “Thank you, Andrei.”

I nod. “You’re welcome.” I finish my drink and order another.

***

I’ve made love to her every night since I was questioned by the police. We never talked again about what happened that day. She got most of her information from asking others about what I did after the shooting.

The room is definitely quaint, filled with cottage furnishing and an overabundance of kitsch plaid. A rocking chair sits in the corner while a couch is tucked against one wall. Sitting in the center is a majestic four-poster bed draped with a patchwork quilt. The faint smell of lavender hangs in the air. The hardwood floor is smooth and cool underfoot, while the bed feels soft and inviting under thick layers of sheets and blankets. I place the bottle of scotch down on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Maybe I’m a little rougher tonight. Or maybe a little drunk. But Paige doesn’t seem to mind as she lies on the bed with her legs spread open. I watch her eyes as my mouth covers her pussy. Her hands clutch the sheets and twist the fabric tight. Her eyes close and then flutter open as she gasps. I watch as her thighs shake, and my tongue circles her sweet clit.

I’ve been a fool. Money can never control Paige, but love can. Breathless, she looks up at me as I kneel over her body. Her hips rise slightly, teasing me, tempting me to put it in. I lean down until my mouth touches her breasts, heavier and fuller. I suck one nipple and then the next as she moans and begins to move her hips.

“Andrei, please,” she begs as I take my time.

“Touch yourself,” I whisper.

Her hand snakes down her body until her fingers part her slit, and she moans deeper. I watch her flushed face as she throws her head back into the pillow, gasping for air as her hand moves faster. She mumbles unintelligible words as her head tosses from side to side, and when she comes, I kiss her lips, long and hard.

Paige pulls me close, and her hands are buried in my hair. I pull her hand away, the one that’s still wet, and lick her sweetness off her fingertips as she watches me. I love the way she tastes.

“Andrei,” she purrs as she moves her hips. “I want you to come.” She rolls onto her side, showing off her sexy ass.

I sit up, positioning myself behind her. “Are you nice and wet?”

She nods, holding her breasts in each of her hands. Her fingers slowly move over her tight nipples as she senses me moving closer. She moans as I slip the tip in her, and I grit my teeth, determined to stay in control. I want her to remember this fuck. I want her to remember each one.

Grasping her thigh, I push in a little farther. “You are wet.”

Paige giggles, clenching around me. I almost stop, losing it right there. If she knows the effect she has on me, she never shows it. Slowly, I push and pull, her moans the sexiest soundtrack I ever heard. She groans deeply as I stroke her round bottom, my hand moving toward her front, and my fingers toy with her swollen clit.

She comes again, yelling as the bed shakes. I grip her hips, tired of being gentle. Tired of waiting. Paige pants as her body trembles, and my fingers dig into her hips. My cock hardens beyond its limits, and the pain feels so amazing as I yell my release. Stars cover my vision in the dim bedroom, and I touch my forehead to her smooth hip as I catch my breath.

I roll away and lie on my back, feeling I will never recover. I open my eyes, and Paige is lying on her side, watching me with a tiny grin, looking pleased with herself. I wipe my hand across my heated face, and she cuddles closer to my body.

“Did you like that?” she asks, trailing her finger along my sweaty chest.

I smile, wondering if this is what she had planned.

***

On the bedside table, my phone lights up the room as it vibrates across the polished surface. I grab it and my clothes as I hustle out into the hallway. I hold the phone between my chin and shoulder as I pull on my wrinkled pants.

“Yes?” I answer.

“Tonight,” Talia says. “If you’re not already in bed.”

I don’t let her lucky guess make me paranoid. “Where?” I ask.

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