Page 74 of Bound Lies

Riley is quiet the entire walk back to the hotel, and even when we’re safely back inside our suite and I’ve locked the door, she keeps pacing back and forth around the living area and jumping every time a door slams down the hall. Her mind must be spinning, but I won’t let her fear of the unknown ruin this trip for her.

She needs a distraction.

I kick off my shoes. “Wanna go for a swim?”

Riley stops in her tracks and looks at me as if I’ve just grown two heads.

“What?”

“A swim. There’s a private rooftop pool for the executive members. Unless you’d rather go to bed…”

I’m praying she doesn’t choose the latter option. I’m wired after the phone call with Ronan, so I won’t be falling asleep anytime soon, and the last thing I need is to lie next to Riley’s warm, soft body for hours on end.

“Are there cameras up there?” she asks.

“They’re everywhere, so if Sean’s guys are here, they’ll see us married and in love.” I flash her a wink. “It will be good for the act and for your nerves.”

She hesitates before nodding. “Actually…I did bring a swimsuit that Lucy lent me.”

“I hope it’s not too scandalous,” I tease, and Riley rolls her eyes, which is the first normal response she’s given me since Ronan called.

I take it as a good sign.

While Riley disappears into the bathroom to change, I shed my shirt and slacks and pull on a pair of swim shorts. When Riley emerges from the bathroom wearing a baby blue string bikini that leaves almost nothing to the imagination, I almost choke on my own breath.

Her curves have my mouth watering with the need to explore them with my tongue.

I might have caught a glimpse of her naked, but somehow, having a scrap of material covering her nipples and pussy has me even more worked up.

She’s teasing me, and I don’t appreciate being teased.

I always have the upper hand, and if I’m lucky enough to get my hands on her, I’ll make it known that between the two of us, I’m the one in control.

“Let’s go.” I turn my back on Riley before I do something stupid, like throw her on the bed and show her what it’s like to belong to me.

On our way out of the room, I grab the bottle of champagne and two glasses because I’m going to need something to do with my hands so I don’t end up putting them all over Riley’s sweet ass.

I’m walking a very, very thin line.

It’s almost midnight, so the private pool area is completely deserted. No doubt most of the other residents are still out enjoying the Vegas nightlife.

As I settle myself on a lounger and work on pouring us a drink, Riley slips into the pool.

Her pale skin is almost pearlescent under the pool lights, and her dark red hair fans out behind her as if she’s a mermaid coming from the deep seas to lure me to my doom.

I quickly pour us both a glass of champagne and follow her in.

She sighs as she swims up to the edge of the infinity pool, where she stops to look down below at The Strip. “This is amazing.”

“It’s one hell of a honeymoon.”

“I think you have to travel to a new place to count it as a honeymoon.” Riley takes a sip of her drink.

“Is that so?”

“I mean, I think it’s a bit of a cop-out if you get married in Vegas and then honeymoon in Vegas too.”

“Where would you rather honeymoon, wife?”