Page 173 of Temporary Vows

“I need you to kiss me,” he says in my ear, a smile in his voice.

I laugh, remembering the yacht party when he said those same words.

“What kind of kiss is this going to be, Mr. Vale.” I try to remember what I said back then.

He grins back at me. “Oh, I’ll let you be the judge of that. But just so you know, I’m planning to start with the mind fuck kiss and take it from there.”

I don’t even get a chance to take a breath before he pulls me into a dark room and closes the door behind us.

Then his lips are on mine.

The kiss he gives me has that drug inducing sensation that sweeps me off my feet.

It’s the mind fuck and so much more.

Dorian moves with me over to the corner behind something. I barely make out thick draps before he pushes me against the wall.

“I want you again.” He chuckles.

“Then take me.”

“With pleasure, Mrs. Vale. You’re about to see just how obsessed I am with you.”

I melt into his words, then I melt into him when he shoves my dress up my hips and plunges his hard cock deep inside me.

He gives me a new lesson in obsession and it doesn’t stop there. We keep going when we reach home and the days that follow see us confined to our bed.

It’s like someone cast a spell on us and we can’t stop touching.

Weeks later my husband decides to take obsession to other areas of our life, and drive me crazy.

I’ve been off work with horrid migraines that won’t go away. It’s bad enough that Skylar keeps insisting on giving me her grandmother special teas that taste like swamp feet, but today Dorian insisted on taking me to doctor.

I’ve had almost everything tested. Now we’re sitting in the office waiting for Dr. Mallard to come in with the results.

“This is ridiculous,” I mutter, cutting Dorian a hard stare. “I could be at home watching tv.”

He looks back at me with firm eyes. “There is no harm in being careful.”

“It’s a migraine. You’re being dramatic.”

He cocks his head—I love when he does that and his hair falls over his eye, like now. “Lamb, I can’t be blamed for wanting to take care of you. It’s your fault I love you.”

I can’t help but laugh. “It’s your fault I love you too.”

He shakes his head at me, but leans in and brushes his lips over mine. “Let’s just both be at fault.”

“I like that.”

“How’s your head?”

“Ughh.” I was only handling the pain because I liked spending the time with him.

Dr. Mallard comes through the door and we both look at him.

“How bad is it doctor?” Dorian asks, his expression switching back to worry.

Dr. Mallard sighs and I’m not sure what that means.