Page 104 of Threaded Lies

And just when I think I can’t hold out anymore, Rowan’s entire body stiffens—her legs, her back, her lips on my shoulder—as she muffles her cry of release.

Fucking Christ. Just that little movement, her pussy pulsing around mine, drags me over the libidinous edge until I fuck her through her own orgasm so that I can claim mine.

I grit my teeth and do everything I can not to shout out—the pleasure so fucking intense it’s blinding—as I empty everything I have into her.

“Rowan,” I murmur as I kiss my way up her neck, my cock still jerking inside her. “Fucking hell, woman.”

This woman … she’s … incomparable.

And this moment, this sex, was … addicting.

And unsatisfying.

Because when all is said and done, when I lower her legs to the ground and grab a tissue to help clean her up, she is still in the fucking dress.

Still in ivory for another man.

“Rowan,” her mom says and knocks again. We both jolt as her voice shocks us out of the moment. “I’m more than worried out here.”

“Sorry. I had to write an email,” she says. “Zipping the dress back up again.”

“Again? Why do you need to zip it up again?”

“Shit,” she mutters but I press my lips to hers and take one last kiss.

“Call the wedding off.”

“Only if you walk away from TinSpirits,” she says.

What? I fight the crazed chuckle I want to emit. That’s what this is all about?

“I thought you were doing this to buy time. Time for what, though? Is this about your inheritance? About something you gain through marriage? Whatever it is isn’t worth going through this fucking charade.”

She falters in motion.

That’s my first fucking clue that I’m on to something. But Bob and I have done our due diligence. We’ve searched the fucking databases and haven’t found shit. Henry Williams’s encryption software is fucking stellar, but we broke through it and there is nothing fucking there other than the mention of a letter.

What is the fucking letter?

But the expression on her face says it’s something.

“What is it, Rowan?”

She stares at me with a clarity that unnerves me. “I have to look out for me, Holden. I don’t have a fucking clue where you’re going to be when all is said and done, so I have to look out for me.”

“When all is said and done? What does that mean?” I play into the fucking lies I’ve told and don’t fucking care that I do. I’ll think about the consequences of that later. Let the guilt come later.

But right now, the taste of her on my tongue and the sight of her in this dress don’t exactly have me thinking straight.

She drops her head and draws in a shaky breath.

“Get cold feet. Have a huge fight. Give a fucking reason as to why you can’t wear that dress for anyone else but me.”

I can see her resolve wavering just as quickly as I can see her build it back up. “Walk away from TinSpirits and I will.”

“It doesn’t work that way.”

“In my world it does. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. You ruined that. You took that from me. If I have to give up something, then so do you.”