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Chapter 1
Paisley’s POV
I was prettysure I was the only person actually trying to get some work done in this noisy Las Vegas bar, but since my sister, the infamous singer, C'Dion as she was known to the rest of the world, hadn't yet told me what hotel we were staying in, I didn’t have any choice. Not that I was surprised. Claire Dion wasn't exactly known for her organizational skills, which was why she'd hired me to be her personal assistant during this four-week residency in Savage, but still it was a pain in the ass.
"Oh sorry, miss." Yet another person nearly knocked a drink over my planner, diary, and laptop. I was starting to think that sitting at the bar wasn't my wisest decision. "I might have had one too many. You know how it is."
I screwed my face up in disgust as he winked at me. Ugh, what the hell was that about? Did I look like someone who wanted to be winked at? I didn't think so.
I turned my nose up and faced my diary once more. Since all the tables in this bar were taken up with party goers, I couldn't move even if I wanted to.
"Two days," I whispered to myself. "It's only two days."
Honestly, I couldn't have been prouder of my sister. Everything she had achieved was absolutely unbelievable. She started off as a content creator, someone who performed songs on YouTube and TikTok, someone who showed off her life via Instagram. I wasn't even sure that Claire knew how far she was going to go, and how quickly as well. Within a year, she had undeniably become a star. She had songs hitting number one on all the charts, plus millions and billions of fans.
Of course, that came with a dark side I wasn't sure anyone could have predicted. Online trolling and stalkers were terrifying. Claire always laughed it off, saying it was just a silly part of the job and that none of the threats were real, but I wasn't totally convinced. Who knew what these people were really thinking?
Anyway, I didn't mind putting my own dreams on hold for a little while. I could become the fashion designer I always wanted to be when the opportunity came along. For now, I just wanted to make sure my sister did well.
My laptop beeped the all too familiar sound of an email coming through. It was Daisy, Claire's very up tight manager, with the dossier of the bodyguards she'd hired to protect my sister. Sly, thirty-one years of age, an ex-military commander, would be running the show. Jake, also thirty-one years old and an ex-Navy SEAL. Vinnie, twenty-nine years old, also a military guy, and thirty-year-old Ollie, who also used to be a Navy SEAL. Okay, maybe Claire was going to think this was over the top because she didn't seem to think she needed this protection, but I was pleased.
"Well, hello there." Ooh, a chocolatey smooth voice sent a shiver racing down my spine. "You know this isn't the sort of place a woman does work…"
"Oh yeah?" I turned to raise an eyebrow at him. I kind of wanted to be cocky, to get rid of him quickly, but the moment I clocked his deep mossy green colored eyes, my heart damn near stopped beating. He was massive, about six foot two if I had to hazard a guess, with a strong jaw line that I just wanted to stroke. Holy shit, and he was muscular as well, broad shouldered, with short cropped hair and a cheeky glint in his eyes. "Well, uh, some of us don't have any choice but to work here. "
Fucking hell. I swallowed hard as burning hot desire danced in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to devour me whole, here and now, with all these people staring at me. Thing was, I would let him. I wouldn't mind it.
Not that I was the sort of woman who would just throw caution to the wind and do that, but with this guy…well, he just had me weak in the knees. He was my type to a freaking tee, and the hottest guy that I had ever laid eyes on.
"Well, I think you should take a break." He slid a drink over to me. "You've earned it."
"I don't see why not." I wiggled my eyebrows playfully. I'd been trying not to have alcohol because I was working, but to be fair, I'd been working my ass off, so why not treat myself.
Five minutes quickly rolled in to thirty, during which time my planner, laptop, and diary ended up stuffed back in my bag, never to be pulled out and looked at once more. How could I think about work when I had this God damn gorgeous man staring at me like he just wanted to lick every inch of my body?
"So, you're in Vegas for work, huh?" he asked as he slid his hand forward and brushed it lightly against mine. "Me too. What a fantastic place to be working. Especially since what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."
That was definitely flirting, right? One hundred percent. I mean, those eyes were on fire, and the flames were cascading through my body, burning up every inch of me. I was fizzing all over, tickling and trembling, there was a throbbing between my thighs that yearned for this guy. Holy shit, what was I going to do?
"Yeah, I think it's going to be a real good time."
I bit down on my bottom lip, trying my hardest to stop myself from leaning up and kissing him. He was so close, I could practically feel his breath tickling my lips. My God, no man had ever impacted me like this before. No guy had ever made me feel this wild and carefree. What was I going to do?
"I just need to run to the bathroom." I slid down off the stool. "Do you mind watching my drink for me? I won't be long." I didn't want this smoking hot guy thinking I wasn't interested in him—I most certainly was—I just needed a moment to get my head together.
I raced through the bar, passing everyone sitting at the slot machines while barely noticing any of them, and headed in to the bathroom. By the time I burst into the room with glaring, much too bright lights, I realized my heart was absolutely thundering against my rib cage. I could hardly catch my breath; I was dizzy and it had absolutely nothing to do with the sips of alcohol I'd drunk.
It was him, all him. This gorgeously hot guy who I just wanted to taste.
I clung to the edge of the sink and stared at my wild-eyed reflection in the mirror. Oh God, I was insane, wasn't I? I barely even looked like me.
"What are you going to do?" I whispered to my reflection. "You want to do something bold and have a night of fun? Or do you want to regret this forever?"
I knew if I remained coy and didn't do exactly what I ached to do, ignoring my body's yearning, I would always regret it. I would think back to this moment, especially over the next four weeks where my life was going to be very stressful, and wish I'd just had a good time. This could be my last hurrah.
I mean, there was no chance in a city as big as Las Vegas that I would see this guy again, so why not just have fun?
Yeah, I freaking needed to have fun, no doubt about it.
I headed in to one of the stalls and decided to act really wild. I slid out of my lacy red thong and held onto it. Now I really didn't recognize myself, but at the same time I didn't care. I kind of liked this bold, exciting, carefree version of myself. And I liked thinking this hot guy would have this impression of me.
My pulse was still pounding like crazy as I slowly walked back to the bar. He was still there, just waiting for me. He wasn't on his cell phone or looking for someone else to talk to, he was just eagerly waiting for me. Now that was seriously sexy. It made me feel really special.
His face lit up the moment he spotted me, which actually caused me to stop in my tracks because my knees had turned to jelly. This man was unreal, like a freaking god. How was this Adonis talking to me?
Finally, I managed to get my legs going, just enough to get close to him. I said nothing, simply stepped between his thighs, pressed my body up against him, and took his hand to give him my thong. Silently, I took the boldest step of my life.
His eyes popped wide for just a second, before he did what he could to hide his surprise. I grabbed my drink, my eyes still fixed on his, and drained the glass, desire absolutely flooding me.
The way that he looked at me, he might as well have been stripping me here and now. My skin was practically tingling as he eye fucked me.
"So, where are you going from here?" he asked me, his voice kind of hoarse.
I offered him a playful one-shouldered shrug. "Somewhere quiet."
He winked. "I think I know somewhere. My hotel is just across the street if you want to check out my room? I have a jacuzzi in the corner of the room, which I wasn't planning on using it, but there's no reason we can't together."
Holy fuck. Who the hell was this guy? He had a penthouse suite? I needed to see this room, it sounded amazing. But I was much more interested in the guy who was going to be inside the room, rather than the hot tub.
"Let's go." I laced my fingers through his, buzzing as the electricity sizzled all the way through me. "I'd like to see your room, and that jacuzzi."
The Vegas Strip was busy, but I could hardly see anyone. It was as if this Adonis and I were trapped in a bubble where no one else even existed, or if they did, they were out of reach.
Not that I needed anyone else. Fuck, this guy was intense.
The elevator popped open almost as soon as we walked through the front door of the hotel, but unfortunately, we weren't the only people inside. We might as well have been though, with the thick sexual tension surging through the atmosphere. I wasn't sure if the other people left because they found the right floor or because they just couldn't stand it any longer.
"Thank goodness for that." He stepped closer to me, cupping my cheek with his hand until I pulled him off playfully. "Hey, what's going on?"
I shot him a wink as I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. Thank goodness it matched the red lacy thong I'd handed him earlier, so this moment could be truly sexy. I whipped it out from my top and let it hang off one finger down by my side. I didn't even need to glance down to know that my rock-hard nipples were poking through my top, standing to attention for him.
"You can't look like that," he groaned like I had him in agony, "and not let me touch you. You have no idea how badly I want to hold you right now."
Fucking hell, I wanted that too. I really wanted it, but I enjoyed teasing him way too much. I held my hand out to keep a little distance between us because I also really liked the passionate heavy-lidded gaze he was giving me.
"You have no idea what I'm going to do when I get you alone."
I shuddered. He saw it. Fuck, I could see how badly he liked it.
By the time the doors pinged open, he had grabbed my hand. I couldn't keep him away from me any longer. I didn't even want to. I just wanted him wrapped the fuck around me. I wanted those giant hands of his all over my body.
"Nice room," I gushed as soon as we crashed through the hotel room door. "Oh yeah, there it is. The hot tub…"
"You getting in?" he asked as he whipped my top up over my head. "I can get the jets going if you want."
I was just about to agree, but couldn't get any words out because his lips claimed mine. They crashed to mine as his hands knotted up in my hair. Fuck, he stole the breath from my lungs and left me dizzy.
My shaky fingers did their best to unbutton his shirt while he shimmied my skirt down. I was getting naked very quickly, and I wanted to see his body too. If only I could strip him as rapidly as he was doing to me. Especially as I got a glimpse of the sexy as fuck tattoos sprawling across his torso.
"Come on," he rasped desperately once I had not a stitch left on my body. "Let's get in the water."
On the way to the hot tub, he kicked his pants, somehow flicking them up so high he managed to knock a bunch of stuff off the dresser. But he didn't stop for even a second, he continued pulling me toward the hot tub. While he flicked the switch to bring the jets to life, I ran my inquisitive eyes all over his broad, muscular body, lowering them tantalizingly slowly until finally I laid them on his thick, throbbing erection. My mouth dried up with desire.
Holy shit, what was I going to do with him? He was massive.
More importantly, what was he going to do with me?
The water was warm. I inched my body into it, barely focusing on myself. I was so busy staring at him I could hardly see straight. Yep, just as I suspected, this was definitely the hottest man I had ever seen.
Luckily, I didn't need to worry about seeing him for too long, because those strong looking arms were around me in a heartbeat. His lips were on mine and we were kissing like there was no tomorrow.
It didn't take long before he had me shoved up against the side of the hot tub and I could feel his cock tickling my entrance. I tried to roll my hips, to get him inside me, but I didn't have any of the power right now.
This man was dominant, and I fucking loved it.
But I wasn't about to let him have all the power. The moment he took my nipple between his lips to tug and tease it in to submission, I pushed him back until he fell onto one of the seats, then I straddled him and finally claimed what I so badly needed. I slid down, allowing him to fill me up, and, fuck, it felt amazing. Each and every thrust hit all the right spots. Especially with his hands curled around my ass, helping me move in a rapid pace which suited us both.
"Oh my God." The words fell past my lips, along with a string of expletives. What the hell was happening to me? It was almost like I'd separated from my body and was a pure bubble of pleasure. It was so intense, and it had never been this way before. I didn't know what to think about it. "Fucking hell… Oh shit…"
My toes curled. My entire body stiffened. I tossed my head back and let my hair spill down my back as I lost the ability to breathe, much less speak. I was teetering on the edge of desire, trying to balance for as long as I could on that knife’s edge, because I wanted to savor this. It was a glorious sensation, one I couldn't get enough of. I'd never felt anything like it before.
But I didn't stand a chance. This man was too good at making me feel utterly phenomenal. I fell. I tumbled head first in to the abyss of orgasm, screaming so loudly I hoped the walls of this hotel were sound proofed. This was the most pleasure my body had experienced at one time, and if I'd had any rational sense about me, I might have worried that I was going to erupt like crazy.
Thankfully, his arms were around me, his lips on mine. He swallowed up some of my screams as the burning hot bliss zig zagged throughout me. I clung to him like he was the only thing connecting me to the planet, because that was honestly how I felt. I dug my nails in because I was so scared of him letting me go. The post-orgasmic bliss was circling around me and I wasn't ready for this moment to end any time soon. If I could stay with this man longer, then I sure as hell would.
For as long as I could.
Holy shit, I was trembling, shuddering, falling apart. I wasn't even aware of the bubbling hot tub water surrounding us until he rose to his feet with me still wrapped around him, and carried me over to the bed where we collapsed together, intertwined with one another. I did not want that to end.
But as he rested his forehead against mine, allowing me to see the intense need in his eyes which proved we were definitely not done here yet, I realized we never even exchanged names. It didn't even come up.
I didn't know his and he didn't know mine, although we were intimately acquainted with one another. He'd been inside me, was still inside me, and we didn't know a single damn thing about one another.
Wasn't that wild?