Joker's Wild (Vegas Underground 5)

She moves like she’s drugged, all loose-limbed and floppy.

“I’m gonna get you cleaned up in the shower,” I murmur, and pick her up in a cradle hold, carrying her into my bathroom.

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Desiree

I can barely hold my head up. Junior stands under the warm spray of water with me, his hands roaming over every inch of my body, sudsing and washing and re-sudsing. I’m propped against the wall, smiling at him through the droplets.

I’ve never seen this face on him. His gaze is pure warmth, so unlike his usual hardened visage, I hardly recognize him. And the warmth is so complete, I could bask in it like the sun. I feel loved and appreciated—cherished even.

Junior shampoos and conditions my hair and when he’s done everything but shave my legs, he cages me between his muscled arms and stares down at me, brushing our noses together. “You okay?” He slides one hand down and palms my ass. “Not too sore?”

I shake my head. I’m still one hundred percent blissed out.

He pushes a few strands of wet hair from my face and cups my cheek. “You’re good?”

I nod. I guess I used up all my words during sex. Lord, I’m like a non-stop talking sex doll—wind me up and I’ll moan and narrate through the whole damn thing.

“What can I do for you?” Junior asks, like he didn’t just carry my heavy butt in here and dote on me like a princess. Like he hasn’t already done the one thing that matters most—use his power to help me get Jasper back. Or the little things like keeping my favorite ice cream stocked in his freezer.

I shake my head. “Nothing. You’ve done it.”

He keeps studying me, like I might reveal some hidden need. When the water starts to turn cool, he shuts it off and grabs a towel for me first, then for him.

“You’ll sleep in my bed,” he says.

“Is that an order?” I tease, because in typical Junior fashion, he left out the part about asking me. Or saying please.

His lips twist into a half smile. “You want me to say please? Need me to beg?” Then he shakes his head. “Fuck that. You’re sleeping in my bed and that’s final.”

I laugh because it’s totally ridiculous and totally Junior. “You’re the boss,” I say softly and he smiles.

“Damn right, I am. And you’d better not forget it.” He helps me step out of the shower and leads me by the hand to the bed where he pulls the towel off me and watches me climb naked into his bed.

Then he drops his towel and follows me in.

Chapter 12

Desiree

I wake up in Junior’s arms. It’s an incredible feeling. The brush of his soft chest hair against my cheek, the faint scent of his fading cologne along with the addictive scent of his skin.

I kind of can’t believe he’s the type to hold a woman all night long, but here we are. My leg tossed over his hips, his cock lined up ready to go between my legs. The moment I stir, his cock bobs, morning wood activated and ready to go.

I reach between us and grip his cock for a squeeze. It swells against my leg, nudging my entrance.

“Cristo, baby. You’d better be ready for the monster you’re awakening.”

I giggle and slip out of bed to run to the bathroom.

“You’d better be coming back to bed,” he yells after me.

“Or what?” I call back. I use the toilet and rinse my mouth out with the mouthwash on his counter. He passes me on my way out. “Get back in that bed, or there will be hell to pay.”

“Hmm, this is a tough call,” I say as I saunter toward the bed. I want to go back to bed, but I also like when there’s hell to pay.

Junior laughs from the bathroom. When he comes out, he has a handful of condoms in his fist.

I hold up my finger and thumb like I’m measuring something. “A little hell?”

“I’ll give you hell, bambina.”

Bambina. That’s cute. Is that where they got the name for Bambi?

Junior pulls my legs up by the ankles and slaps my ass a dozen times. Way too hard. I scream and yelp and squirm.

“Mac and cheese! Peanut butter. What the hell was my safe word?” I giggle.

Junior drops my ankles, laughter dancing in his affectionate gaze. “Was that enough hell?” he rumbles, low and seductive.

I nod, eyes focused on his face, drinking him in. My dark, handsome lover. Dangerous, wonderful.

Perfect.

He climbs over me and knees open my thighs, then rolls a condom over his fully erect dick. “You sore today?” He rubs his thumb over my slit.

I’m already sopping wet. I swear my sex drive has multiplied by twelve since I came to this house. I know they say a woman’s sex drive increases with age, and I’m in my early thirties now, but until this week, it was minimal.