Page 90 of Temporary Vows

I’m not even sure what my plans are for the aftermath.

Right now, I have the distraction of cleaning up my reputation and finding the mole. But I don’t know what life will look like with her when everything is resolved.

Avoidance is best. My attraction to her is not good. That little detail is a chink in my armor.

But even with my talent for pretending someone doesn’t exist, I can’t avoid her forever.

Can’t make a baby that way, either.

Fuck. Having sex with her might be the final thing that pushes me over the edge.

I was fucked after that kiss at the Dark Odyssey. I wanted more. Part of me still does.

She finishes her lap, grips the edge, and lifts herself out of the pool in one swift motion.

All the blood in my body rushes straight to my dick.

I’d already gotten a good look at her when she stood on that auction block. But this is something else. Something tempting. A private show just for me.

The cream fabric of her bikini clings to her, nearly sheer against the fullness of her breasts. The outline of her nipples is unmistakable, and I hope like fuck this isn’t how she dresses around other people.

If it is, we have a problem.

It’s already a problem. I don’t want anyone else looking at her. And I shouldn’t even be looking.

Beads of water trail down her body, dragging my gaze with them.

She lowers herself to the poolside, sitting cross-legged, then grabs a towel and dries her hair.

Any chance of leaving disappears the moment she undoes the clasp of her top.

Her breasts spill free, no longer hidden from my view. And what I imagined doesn’t come close to the reality.

Shit. I need to go.

But my legs don’t move.

They lose every fight against my eyes.

Elodie clearly thinks she’s alone. She has no idea she has a fucking Peeping Tom.

There’s no decency in me.

But the problem with watching my topless wife-to-be is that it won’t do me any favors.

Silently, I pray she doesn’t take her panties off.

Thank fuck, she doesn’t.

Instead, she grabs a T-shirt from her bag and pulls it over her head.

I think she’s going to get up and come inside, but she lies back instead, her wet hair fanning out against the concrete.

Then she just… lies there. Staring up at the night sky.

I drag my gaze away from her and look up, too, wondering what she sees.

The stars in the inky black sky twinkle back at me, but they tell me nothing.