Vegas, Baby - Volume 3
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“How long?”
“Well, we’ll be gone a month—”
“A month?” Was he nuts? I wasn’t leaving my babies for a whole month.
“Baby, you wanted me to spit it out, so close your pretty mouth and let me speak. Or I’ll close it for you.”
I thought about how he would accomplish that and heat trickled through my body, going straight to my core and making my panties damp. A slow, sinful smile spread across his face, proving he knew exactly where my mind had gone.
“You can talk some more later, and I’ll give you a demonstration,” he teased with a smirk. I nodded and he went on. “You and I will only be by ourselves for two weeks. The kids will join us for the last two.”
“I—I don’t know what to say.” My mind was whirling as excitement began to build inside me. Was this really going to happen?
“It’s definitely happening,” he answered, making me wonder for the zillionth time if he should be doing a mind reader bit in his show. “I just know my wife.”
Suddenly, he released me, only to sweep me up into his arms and stalk out of my office. I sighed, daydreaming about all the romantic places we were going to visit, and desire unfurled inside me as I thought about all the yummy, dirty things we’d be doing while we were there.
“As for what you should say,” he drawled. “I’ve got some ideas.”
Not surprisingly, he requested to hear me calling his name...screaming seemed an acceptable response as well.
Several hours later, I was exhausted from all the “talking,” but it had been worth every word.
“I hope the hotel rooms I booked are soundproofed,” he mumbled as he cuddled me into his chest. “Because damn, baby. I don’t get to hear you like that very often, and it is hot as fuck. For two whole weeks there won’t be any kids to worry about waking up.”
“What about the other people staying at the hotel?” I giggled.
“If they don’t want to hear me make my wife scream, then they need to find someone to fuck who will drown it out.”
He was so matter-of-fact, I burst into laughter, but it quickly became a moan when the movement rubbed Julian’s thickening cock against my clit. He hadn’t pulled out of me yet, and in the time it took to roll us over so I was straddling him, he’d hardened completely and was stretching my pussy around his swollen shaft.
“Show me, baby,” he demanded as he began to move. “Ride my cock and show me how you’re going to shout the walls of our hotels down.” He grabbed my hips as I worked myself up and down, speeding up as my climax loomed in front of me.
When I fell over the edge, Julian punched his hips up and buried himself as deep as possible. “Anna! Fuck!” he roared.
When I could think clearly again, I smirked. I wasn’t the only one who was going to make plenty of noise.
Kiss Me, Baby
Amelia Flores was in Vegas for a bachelorette party when the bride dared her to kiss a stranger. The shy food blogger didn’t plan to follow through with her cousin’s challenge until she spotted Zack Parker. They’d never met before, but the attraction she felt toward him was explosive.
It wasn’t every day a woman strolled up and gave Zack the best kiss of his life, but life as a single dad had taught the billionaire to recognize life’s bounties. It took a single touch of her lips for him to realize the mysterious beauty was meant to be his. Now he was going to pull out all the stops to make her his wife.
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Amelia
“C’mon, Amelia, don’t be a stick in the mud. Pick a dare instead of truth.”
I wanted to stomp my foot in frustration, but I’d probably end up spraining my ankle since my cousin talked me into wearing three-inch spiky heels when I usually went with flats or wedges. The only thing worse was the sparkly halter top and skinny jeans she’d forced me to pour myself into. But I couldn’t say no—not when we were in Vegas for her bachelorette party. Unfortunately, agreeing to stuff I didn’t want to do had been the theme of the day, which didn’t bode well for me. This was only the first day of our trip, and odds were good the stuff she wanted me to do was going to get worse as time went on.
Being the only sober one in the bunch was turning out to be a lot less fun than I’d expected—and my bar had already been set pretty low. But I was Maria’s maid of honor, so I couldn’t skip out on the trip.
“Are you sure you want to keep playing truth or dare?” I asked for about the tenth time in the past hour. “We’re almost at the hotel, and it’s been a long day.”