Page 163 of Reckless Vow

I lean in and kiss her. Yeah, I’m never going to grow tired of that. She tastes like everything I’ve ever desired and more.

“I was thinking we could leave now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why do you think I flew Chloe over?”

She gasps. “You’re a tyrant,” she admonishes, but bites her lips, her eyes shining with heat. “I think you want to get rid of this dress.”

* * *

We arrive home tired, but elated by the success of the night. We haven’t moved from the suite I rented upon our return from Lisbon.

We wanted to look for our own place. But once we decided to live between New York and Lisbon, and with all my additional travel, we agreed we’ll find a house when we have a family.

Which might happen sooner than later, as we are dedicating so much time to our bedroom activities.

I walk to the bar in the corner. “Do you want a drink?”

“Sure. Mix me one. I’ll be right back.”

I mix a gin and tonic for Brook and pour myself an inch of whiskey. She returns before I sit down.

“I got something for you.” She hands me a black box.

“Thank you.” I open the box and find a sleek black bottle with gold text. I frown. “You got me a bottle of lube?”

She bites her lower lip. “Us.”

“Baby, I love the gift, but we have a drawer full of them. Including the flavored ones.”

“They are edible? I didn’t know that?”

I smirk. “It’s because you’re busy taking my dick when we use them.”

She rolls her eyes. “Anyway, do you remember what you asked me after the fire in Lisbon, when we were in bed?”

“Baby, since you’ve made me into your sex slave, all the action is a blur.”

She groans. “You’re such an ass—”

I yank her to me, kissing her senseless. “I love the gift. What did I ask you after the fire?”

She bites her lip. “Permission.”

I frown, and then it dawns on me. She said she’d give me access to her ass when our marriage was real.

I smile, my dick stirring at the idea, and there is an asshole in me that wants to throw her over my shoulder and act on her offer immediately.

What she’s offering has a bigger meaning. The trust.

“Are you sure?”

She chuckles nervously. “God, no, but if I’m the only woman you ever kissed…”

“I’m the only man who got you to climax.”

She kisses me. “That’s true, and I plan for you to be the only man for every new adventure for the rest of our lives.”

“For better or worse. In sickness and health.” I grin.

“For richer… and richer.” She chuckles.

“To love and cherish.”

“Till death do us part.”