Page 119 of Forbidden Romeo

But Jack lets out a groan, and his body shudders, finally reaching his own climax.

I collapse on top of him. Completely spent. Breathing hard.

Jack holds me to him and kisses my forehead. “The next time you dream of me like that, I want you to wake me up. I want you to ride me like that until you cum.”

I nod into his chest, not trusting my voice to answer him coherently.

We lie like that until our breathing returns to normal, and Jack starts to move again.

“Come on, you need to get dressed.”

“What? Why?” I pout.

“I’m taking you out on a date.”

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Jack removes his hands from my eyes, and I gasp in delight. On the rooftop of a building overlooking the Brooklyn Bridge, a picnic bench has been set up—adorned with flowers and fairy lights and a basket seemingly filled to the brim.

I dart over to the wall, the barrier between us and a seven-story drop, immediately. You can see the entire ecosystem of New York from here. The cars, boats, and people traveling to and from their destinations.

“This is gorgeous!” I call back to Jack, who watches me, bemused.

“I knew I had to find somewhere with a view,” he says fondly. “I’m sorry it’s not as fancy as the hotel.”

I tear myself away to join him at the table. “No, this is perfect.”

He’s already extracting a bottle of champagne from the basket and pouring it out for us. When he hands it to me, he clinks it with a sweet smile. “To just us?”

“To no more secrets,” I tease back.

We take a sip, and I watch as Jack grimaces and looks away from me.

“In that case, I should probably tell you something,” he admits, not looking me in the eye.

I take a deeper gulp of alcohol. “Hit me.”

“I met with Arnie Knight the other day.”

Ah… I forgot about that. “I know, Kate told me.”

Jack sighs, “It seems our intel wasn’t… specific.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your brother promised his sister to Arnie Knight in exchange for their alliance; we just didn’t knowwhichsister.”

It takes me longer than it should for it to click what he’s saying. “I was never engaged to Arnie, was I?”

Jack shakes his head, “I mean, technically, as you’re posing as Roisin, and he’s still very much interested in getting you back.”

For fucksake. “I’m going to murder Connor the next time I see him.”

“You’re not upset at me?” Jack asks cautiously.

“Should I be?” I shoot back.

He swallows, “Part of the reason I suggested this engagement was because I didn’t want Arnie to get his hands on you. It was selfish of me, I know that. But the safety thing remains true.”

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