Gentleman Sinner

‘Where’s your phone?’ He begins to lift, and I start to panic. He’s not going to release me?

‘In my purse in the lounge,’ I tell him, sucking in air when he slips free of me, part of his release coming with it and coating my inner thighs. ‘But I can get it if you untie me.’

He ignores me and wanders away, and I lift my head to watch, staring at his naked back incredulously. The artwork decorating his skin rolls as he stretches his arms up to the ceiling, the sight really quite something to behold. I flop back on my pillow and give a futile tug at my restraints. Great. How long does he plan on keeping me here?

He’s back a few moments later, holding my phone. ‘Five missed calls,’ he says flatly. ‘Jess.’

‘Damn,’ I mutter, following his path to me. ‘Please untie me, Theo.’

He shakes his head and gets on the bed, lying down and rolling on to his side to face me. ‘I had this repaired.’ Pointing at the screen, he raises a brow.

‘I dropped it.’ Shrugging as best I can, I ignore the exasperated shake of his head. ‘Untie me, please.’

‘You don’t need your hands to talk. What’s your PIN?’

‘What?’

‘Do you want to call your friend?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then tell me your PIN.’

Closing my eyes, I breathe out. ‘One, eight, zero, six.’

‘Eighteenth of June.’ He puts the phone to my ear as I scowl, and I hear Jess’s voice a second later.

‘Izzy, where the bloody hell are you?’ She sounds utterly pissed off.

I stall, looking at Theo, whose eyebrows are high, interested. I bet he’s wondering what I’m going to tell her. Or how much. I can hardly share the fact that I’m tied to a huge bed in a huge suite at the Bellagio. She’ll flip her lid. ‘I’m with Theo,’ I confess. I can tell her that much.

‘I bloody knew it! I’ve been roaming the casino floor looking for you. What happened? Where are you?’

Guilt engulfs me. ‘I’ll explain later,’ I tell her, not prepared to go into it while I’m being watched so carefully. ‘Where are you?’

‘Kyle and Denny called. Suppose I can catch up with them now I know you’re alive.’ Her scornful tone is warranted. ‘Come meet us. We need to discuss.’

‘Oka—’ Theo starts to slowly shake his head at me, telling me that’s the wrong answer. I give him a questioning look, and he takes the phone from my ear and moves in, bringing his lips close.

‘We’re not done until I say we’re done,’ he whispers, dragging his lips across mine. I moan softly and inhale his manly scent.

‘What am I supposed to say?’

‘Tell her to have fun and you’ll call once I’ve dropped you back at the hotel.’ He breaks away and returns the phone to my ear.

I struggle for breath so I can speak. ‘I’ll call you when I’m finished,’ I wheeze. ‘Shouldn’t be long.’

‘Jesus, Izzy. What are you playing at?’

‘I’ll call you,’ I reiterate, glancing at Theo. He nods approvingly and mouths, Say goodbye. ‘Speak later,’ I whisper.

‘We will,’ Jess retorts heatedly. ‘Oh, and Izzy?’

‘Yes?’

‘Just how big was it?’

I flame bright red, and Theo chuckles, amused, jiggling the phone at my ear. ‘You can answer,’ he mouths, smug. I narrow my eyes at him. I highly doubt he would be so open if he had a scrawny dick.

‘So-so,’ I reply.

Jess groans in disappointment, and Theo’s eyes widen, shocked. He disconnects the call and dives on me, straddling my waist again. ‘Like that, is it?’ He takes my nipple between his finger and thumb, rolling it threateningly.

I lock up and shake my head, feeling him squeeze down. ‘Theo.’

‘So-so, huh?’ He tweaks, and I yelp.

‘No more,’ I plead. Oh God, I can’t take any more pain. Not now. I want the last thing I remember to be that ridiculously powerful explosion. ‘Please, no.’ I land a levelled glare on him, hoping beyond hope that it works.

He cocks his eyebrow.

I crumble, defeated.

And then he latches on to my nipple and bites down. Hard.

‘Fuck!’ I buck under him, enraged. ‘Theo, for fuck’s sake, st—’ I swallow my words when he starts to suck, at the same time driving his fingers into me. ‘Oh.’ I sink into the mattress, like putty in his hands. Or like putty in his mouth. Which is now kissing its way down my stomach, pecking and licking and nibbling as it goes, eventually arriving at the apex of my thighs. I look down, just as Theo removes his fingers and glances up. His lips quirk. And damn it, so do mine. I shouldn’t be smiling. I should be raging mad.

‘I’m going to suck your next orgasm out of you, Izzy.’

I still.

‘I’m hungry.’ He kisses the inside of my thigh, and I feel him smile against my flesh.

I clench my eyes shut as he licks along the sensitive crease of my bikini line. ‘Oh good God.’ My head is going to explode.