The Bet (Winslow Brothers 1)

Damn, girl.

“I’m ready to earn my next badge,” she says, steps back, sets her chip-holder on the ground, and hits the emergency stop bottom on the elevator so that we’re hovering about ten floors from our suite. “But I want to earn it for your orgasm. When I make you come. With my mouth.”

All I can do is blink.

“Do we have a deal?”

Is she for real? Fuck yeah, we have a deal.

“Babe, I’ll take that deal any-fucking-day of the week.”

“Good.” She grins at me like a little sexy devil.

And then, she doesn’t waste another second of time.

To her knees, Sophie yanks down my pants and briefs, and while her big green eyes look up at me, she sucks my hard cock into her mouth.

Hands down, it is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire thirty-six years of life.

Her devious little tongue circles my tip while her mouth creates the most delectable sucking sensation around my cock, and I just stand there, watching her work me over like the self-assured goddess I always knew she was deep inside.

With each stroking suck of her mouth, the pleasure starts to build, and it doesn’t quit until my breaths come out in harsh pants and my thighs start to burn.

And she keeps going until I come hard. In her pretty mouth.

But I hardly have time to catch my breath before she’s tucking me back into my pants and standing to her feet.

“Looks like you owe this Girl Scout a badge,” she says, pointedly licks her fucking lips, and then hits the button on the elevator to make the cart move again.

Well, fuck. Someone stick a fork in me, because I might be done for when it comes to this woman.

It’s nearing ten in the evening, and Sophie and I decided to stay in the room for the rest of the night. Surely that has everything to do with how damn busy we’ve kept ourselves running around Vegas, fucking like a pair of horny rabbits.

Not to mention, I was up pretty early this morning for my meeting with Billy and the investors. Thankfully, that went as well as I’d hoped, and I’m now officially a consultant for Electric’s team.

The aromas of food waft into my nose as I wheel in a cart full of dinner that a bellhop just dropped off at our door. Everything on it is courtesy of the hotel’s in-room dining menu, and I guide it into the master bedroom, where I find Sophie sitting on the bed in one of the Venetian’s plush cream robes.

I toss the two badges I grabbed from the box on the dining room table onto the bed beside her. One of the badges is a picture of a sunset, and the other is that goddamn unicorn because I’m certain the round of oral she gave me in the elevator is about as close to feeling like a mythical creature who can jump over fucking rainbows as I’ll ever get.

“For your collection,” I tease with a little waggle of my brow. “And dinner is served, madam.” I lift the silver metal covers off the plates. “I hope you’re hungry because I pretty much ordered anything that sounded good.”

“Which is apparently a lot,” she says when she gets a load of all the food on the cart. Burgers, tacos, chicken fried rice, even pancakes and eggs and bacon—I spared no menu item that looked like a good possibility.

I wink at her. “I guess you could say all your badge-earning has worked up an appetite.”

“Tell me we’re going to eat all of that in this bed, and I will let you steal another pair of my panties.”

“I’ll take that deal, babe. And I choose those sexy pink ones you were wearing last night.”

A shocked giggle vibrates her throat. “You mean, the ones you tore in half?”

“Exactly those ones.”

“Jude, do you think that maybe you should seek therapy for this panty addiction you’re developing?”

I smirk. “Why the fuck would I do that?”

“Because a lot of people would possibly think you’re deranged.”

“But do you think I’m deranged?”

“I think I should think you’re deranged, but…” She pauses and then snorts. “I’m probably far too biased because every time you steal my panties, I end up with orgasms. So…” She shrugs. “I don’t think I’m the right person to ask.”

I chuckle at that.

“But don’t worry, your pervy secrets are safe with me.”

Before Sophie, I’ve never had the urge to steal someone’s underwear. It never even occurred to me, if I’m being honest. But fuck, I’ve never been one to be embarrassed by what turns me or someone else on. And I have to say, knowing I have a secret stash of Sophie’s panties in my bedroom drawer is a fucking turn-on.

It’s also hot as hell when I get to witness her reaction when I shove them in my pocket. A combination of blushing and panting and hooded eyes that are just begging me to do dirty, pleasurable things to her. And, well, a man can only be so strong while looking into Sophie Sage’s heated emerald gaze.