Sin (Vegas Nights 1)

“Stop!” Dahlia swung for it again.

“A little adjustment was all it took for her to be straddling him, pushing her hot center against his cock. His erection bulged against his tight pants, and instantly, he regretted putting them on that morning.”

“Stop it!” She covered her face again.

“She whimpered at the contact, but she didn’t push him away. She had no reason to—she knew what it felt like when he was inside her.” I paused, pursing my lips to hold back my laughter. “’And she wanted nothing more than to feel his pulsing cock burying itself in her slick wetness once again.’ This chick is no virgin,” I added.

“Oh my God. They fucked already. Give me the damn book!” She dropped her hands with such vigor that they slapped against her thighs. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“You’re the one reading trashy novels about a ‘pulsing cock’ and ‘slick wetness.’”

“And this is why boys are better in books.”

“Why? Because their cocks pulse? What are they—set to fucking vibrate?”

She blinked at me with those wide eyes. Her shoulders trembled, and her lips twitched with the effort to keep her obvious amusement at bay. “Damien,” she said, voice quivering with laughter. “Give me back my book.”

“No. I want to know more about this pulsing cock of…” I scanned the page. “Matt’s. I’m intrigued. What else does he do to her?”

“Dami—”

“With just a breath of air separating their lips, Matt said, ‘I want you, Lily. Once wasn’t enough.’”

“I can’t,” she replied, breathless. “You work for me, Matt. I promised myself it couldn’t happen again.”

“Frustration coiled in his stomach. She had no idea how badly he wanted her—how much he needed her. He had an ache only she could fill, and that would only be filled if he could fill her.” I slapped the book shut and gave her a flat look. “Oh, come on. It would only be filled if he could fill her? Is she a fucking grocery bag?”

Dahlia launched herself at me. This time, she put her entire body into it, and she threw herself on top of me, stretching her arm out for the book. Her fingers brushed it, and I held it out as far as I possibly could without her being able to actually grab it.

“Give me the book!” She reached out further, climbing more and more on top of me.

My cock twitched.

“Sweetheart, if you have an ounce of sense left after reading this crap, you’ll get off me right now.”

“Why?” She tilted her head to meet my eyes, arm still outstretched. “Is your cock pulsing?”

“I never want to hear those two words together again.”

She grinned wickedly. “It’s funny. You say you hate those words, but your cock actually does pulse when you come.”

“Been thinking about that, have you?”

“Only when I wonder who’s better in bed—you or Matt.”

I dropped the book onto the table next to the sofa and pulled her onto my lap. She slipped her legs on either side of me, straddling me exactly how I’d just read in the book. My cock was even hard and straining against my zipper. Never mind that the thought she’d been comparing me to a fictional person was enough to make me shudder—the thought we were recreating that scene was terrifying.

Or was it?

Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes shone. And where she could have climbed off me, she was still, looking into my eyes.

Had that book turned her on? Was it a coincidence? It had to be—she had no way to know that I’d be taking the book from her and would read it.

“Is that what you think of when you read? If I’m better than the guy who doesn’t exist?” I asked in a low voice, spreading my fingers across the small of her back.

“Maybe I do.”

“Shall we finish reading how good Matt is and then I’ll show you?” I snatched up the book and flicked back to the slightly-bent page before she could say a word. “Here we go. ‘Despite her insistences otherwise, Lily didn’t protest when Matt stripped off her shirt and kissed down her chest. He fondled her breasts, taking her nipples into his mouth, gripping her ass like if he let go, she’d run. Maybe she would. She didn’t know what she was doing and she couldn’t think as he ran a finger along the inside of her thigh, up to the quivering bundle of nerves that was her clitoris.’”

“Oh God,” Dahlia whispered.

“Does your clitoris quiver?” I asked, deadly serious.

She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. She did that a couple times before her throat bobbed and she said, “I’ve never particularly associated those words with one another, no.”

“So, there’s a pulsating cock and a quivering clitoris. Excellent. One is set to vibrate and the other is terrified.”

This time, she couldn’t contain her laughter. She dropped her head down onto my shoulder. Her entire body shook as she fought the giggles that vibrated through my shirt and onto my skin. They ultimately won out, and each little laugh was sweet and low as they escaped her.