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Sinning in Vegas (Vegas Morellis 2)

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“Our bed,” I tell him.

“That’s right, I guess it is now,” he says, snaking an arm under me and pulling me close.

“And yes, I’m a huge fan of this bed. Mainly because I’m a huge fan of its owner. I’m even excited that your laundry basket is full and that means I get to do domestic things here tomorrow while you work. How crazy is that?”

“Pretty crazy,” he tells me.

“I hate Rafe’s house. I like the pool, if I ever stop hating him, I still want to take the baby to the pool, but your house is so much better than his.”

“That is objectively untrue, but that’s okay. I like this one better, too.” Leaning in, he nips me on the shoulder. “Remember what I said about saying his name in this bed? Still applies.”

“Ooh, you’ll get mean?” I ask, with interest. “Rafe, Rafe, Rafe, Rafe.”

His eyes narrow and I grin at him. He smothers my grin with his mouth, yanking me underneath him and climbing on top of me. “You’re a little troublemaker,” he informs me.

“I’m a perfect angel,” I insist.

“You should be. I don’t want to go hard on you the first time.”

“I’m not a virgin, remember? I am pregnant. I have done this before.”

“Don’t remind me,” he grumbles, leaning down and pressing his lips against mine.

“I’m sorry I’m not a virgin for you, my lord. You should have met me sooner. Swept me off my feet and demanded my virtue. Ravished me if I refused.”

“When did you lose your virginity?”

“I was 17.”

He cocks his head left and right. “Might’ve gone to jail.”

“Only if you got caught,” I tell him, wiggling my eyebrows. “Would you still fuck me, jailbait and all?”

“I’m starting to think you’re into roleplay,” he states.

I shrug. “Maybe. Never tried it before. Young guys aren’t that interesting to have sex with.”

Covering my mouth with his hand, he says, “All right, new rule. Stop referring to anyone else you’ve had sex with unless you want me to hunt them down and kill them. Then I’ll be the only one alive who has ever fucked you, so I’ll be the only one who counts.”

I’m not completely sure he’s joking, so I nod my agreement and murmur against his palm. “Gotcha.”

“Good,” he says, removing his hand.

“It won’t even be hard to pretend you’re the only one I’ve ever had sex with,” I assure him. “You’re already the best, and you haven’t even completely fucked me yet. Speaking of…” I roll my hips forward, in an attempt to urge him on. “We gonna do this?”

“Not until you tell me what I want to hear,” he tells me, sitting on my hips and crossing his arms.

“Seriously? I almost stabbed a guy for you.”

“I won’t tell you how many people I have murdered to protect you or keep you happy. Especially after tomorrow, when that count is a lot higher.”

I shake my head at him. “That’s not even fair. You can just pull out ‘I’ve killed for you’ and win any argument. ‘What should we watch tonight, Laurel? Your show or mine? While you’re deciding, I want to remind you, I’ve killed for you.’”

Smirking, he tells me, “I wouldn’t waste the ‘I’ve killed for you’ card on which show we should watch.”

“‘Let’s have one more baby, Laurel. Oh, you don’t want to? I’d like to take this opportunity to remind you I’ve killed for you.’”

Sin nods. “You done yet?”



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