Page 39 of Deceitful Oath
He bursts out of the water, grinning at me. In seconds, he’s hauling himself out of the pool, shaking water off like a dog. There’s an evil glint in his eyes and it sends a perverse thrill through my core. He sticks out his hand and pulls me off the floor.
“What are we…”
Before I know what’s happening, I’m at the edge of the building, pressed against the glass safety barrier. His hand slides between my thighs, pushing them apart.
“Not scared of heights, are you?”
I glance over my shoulder, a hundred-story drop below me, the glittering skyline surrounding me. My nipples harden and my legs instinctively circle his waist. He sinks inside me, groaning with pleasure.
I’m terrified of heights. But I’ve never trusted someone more than I trust you right now.
“Just don’t kill me, okay?” I joke, leaning my head back against the glass. He thrusts deeply into me, maintaining eye contact.
“I would never.”
***
I wake with a jolt, immediately sensing something wrong. My hands slide across the soft silk sheets, landing on something firm and warm.Dominic.
Nothing’s wrong, I’m just staying at Dominic’s temporarily. I smile, settling back into the feather-soft pillows, but my body lurches forward. The most violent wave of nausea hits me and I spring out of bed, sprinting to the bathroom.
I nearly miss the bowl, but my hands reach for it, steadying myself as I land on my knees in front of the toilet.
Yesterday’s pizza, popcorn, and wine come back up with a vengeance. Once it’s all been brutally evicted from my stomach, I slump onto the cold marble floor with a groan.
Shit. Maybe I ate too much junk last night. I just hope Dominic didn’t hear that.
I lay on the floor, listening for footsteps but all is silent in the house. With a sigh of relief, I pick myself off the floor, brush my teeth, and collapse back into bed. Dominic reaches for me, drawing me close to his warm body, and I drift back into a calm sleep.
After a long, lazy lunch, we spend most of the day exploring the city together. I take him to my favorite neighborhood and we sip coffee while people-watching. He shows me his favorite bookstore and we spend hours lost inside, flipping through paperbacks.
For dinner, he insists on treating me to sushi. Memories of my less-than-stellar morning dash to the bathroom don’t deter me and I stuff myself silly with fancy rolls and fresh sashimi.
By the time we make it back to the penthouse, we’re both so exhausted that we strip off our clothes, climb into bed, and pass out.
Right before sleep steals me away, I lay in bed, memorizing Dominic’s peaceful sleeping face. I’m so blissfully happy that I’m slightly worried I’ll simply float away, my body not tethered to reality anymore.
Despite all the shit that’s been dumped on me in the last few weeks, I truly wouldn’t change a thing.
Chapter Fifteen
Rafael
“We found the boat,” Vince’s disembodied voice floats through the speakerphone. I lean back in my chair, my fingers already massaging my temples in anticipation of a headache.
“And?”
“It’s docked at a private marina two hours north,” he answers. “The product is gone.”
“Motherfuckers,” I groan. “Any information on who’s behind this?”
“I’ve got Enzo trying to hack into Mancini’s phone right now, but nothing from our eyes on the street.”
“He’s covered his steps well if it’s him,” I say, reaching for the bourbon. It’s only nine a.m., but I pour a hefty shot and throw it back, slamming it on the table. I can practically feel Vince wince on the other side of the line.
“I’ll be in touch if we find something,” he finally says.
“And if we don’t? We just let him get away with this?” I scoff, rage coloring my voice.