Page 308 of By His Vow

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Page 308 of By His Vow

I’m not lying. It’s true. She was a tea addict through and through. Drinking it here does remind me of her, but also…suddenly, I can’t stand the scent of coffee.

It’s a real fucking problem.

“Would you like one?”

I snap my attention back to him.

“O-one?” I stutter like an idiot.

“A cup of tea, Tate. Would you like a cup of tea?”

His eyes drop to my chest as he waits for my answer, his tongue sneaking out and swiping across his bottom lip.

Everything that happened from the moment I found him watching me in the garden to the point where I fell asleep in his arms comes back to me in a rush of color, pleasure, and confessions of love.

Holy shit.

He told me he loved me.

“Y-yes, please. I’m just going to clean up.”

The second I get to my feet, I discover just how necessary that is when his cum begins running down my thighs. Gross.

I move toward the stairs, expecting him to duck back into the kitchen, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just stands there, shamelessly watching me.

“What?” I ask, pausing at the bottom step to look back at him.

He scrubs at his rough jaw, his eyes working their way down to my feet and then all the way back up again.

By the time they meet mine, they’re blazing with desire, and it makes my temperature soar.

“I meant every single word I said earlier, Tatum.”

A small smile plays on my lips as I remember everything he confessed.

“So did I.” A laugh bubbles from my throat. “I can’t believe you’re here,” I explain when he frowns at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t be. I need you, baby.”

I shake my head, unable to believe he’s telling me these things.

“But you signed the papers,” I whisper.

He quirks a brow. The move makes him look so fucking cocksure. It does things to my insides that it really shouldn’t. “Did I?”

“The cottage sold,” I explain.

He nods, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Are you going to clean up or what?”

“Y-yeah. I’ll be back. And we need to talk.”

“Sure. I’ve got a few more things I need to say. Can you stay naked for it, though?”

My eyes drop from his to the fabric hiding what is arguably the best part of his body from me.

“You’re not, so why should I be?” I sass before taking off up the stairs, hoping that he might lose that scrap of fabric before I get back downstairs.




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