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Stripped Bare (Vegas Billionaire 1)

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“Hey, I was about to come look for you,” he says, greeting me with a kiss on the cheek. I’m tempted to turn quickly so that he’s kissing me, but I don’t want to piss him off. “Your dessert is getting cold.”

“I want to leave,” I tell him. He looks at me with concern.

“Okay. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” I say, reaching for my clutch and heading toward the door. I know I shouldn’t leave him in haste, but the sooner I get out of here, the better. He hustles to catch up, taking my hand in his instead of placing his hand on my back or offering me his arm. Hand-holding is more intimate in my book and he should probably stop before I get the wrong idea.

In the limo, I stare out the window, counting down the seconds until we’re back at his hotel and I can get out of this dress. Finn continues to hold my hand, even when we arrive at Allure.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he says as the elevator doors close.

“It’s nothing . . .”

Before I know what’s happening, he has me pressed against the wall and his lips are dangerously close to mine. The voice inside my head is telling me to lean forward and make him submit to me, but I don’t. The risk isn’t worth it. He grinds his erection against my pelvis and growls.

“Don’t lie to me, Macey. Something happened and it’s upset you.”

“Brandy and Brady is what happened,” I snap as the lift comes to a stop.

“Motherfucker,” he blurts out, grabbing my hand roughly and dragging me behind him. Inside the penthouse he sheds his jacket, throwing it across the room and proceeds down the hall to the bedroom. I follow, simply because I want out of my dress.

When I enter the closet he’s down to his boxers, muttering something that I can’t make out. I manage to get my zipper down enough that I can wiggle out of my dress.

“What did he say to you?”

“You’re more worried about what he said and not her?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips. I stand in front of him clad in my bra, garters, stockings and thong.

“Yes, I am, because he’s my friend and he should know his boundaries.”

“And she’s in line for an engagement ring,” I retort. “And apparently the line is long.”

“It probably is.”

My mouth drops open, but I quickly close it. “And you apparently told Brady that I was fucking Mr. Cordova.”

“Brandy said this?”

“Yes, right before Brady asked me out.”

He shakes his head and stalks toward me. I giggle at the sight of his penis peeking through the flap of his boxers.

“Not fucking now,” he yells, looking down at his crotch.

“Who are you yelling at?”

“The angry unicorn,” he says, unable to keep a straight face. We both bust out laughing and I quickly find myself wrapped in his arms.

“I can promise you that I didn’t say anything to Brady about you fucking Mr. Cordova. Even if you were, I’d never tell Brady because Mr. Cordova is business partners with his father.”

“I’m not—”

He places his finger over my lips. “I know you’re not. I also know how Brandy feels about me and I don’t care. The feelings are not mutual and she knows this.”

“Mr. Cordova approached me in the hall. I think he made a pass at me, but I can’t be sure. Either that or he knows I’m a stripper. Brandy found me in the bathroom, saying shit, telling me that you’re pissed that I’m fucking Cordova and Brady wants to take me out for coffee.”

There’s a noticeable tick in Finn’s jaw as I finish telling him about my eventful night. Up until I went to the restroom, everything was fine, perfect actually. I have never been one to let others bother me, but everything about those siblings does.

Bringing my hand to his face, I caress his jaw, hoping to calm him down. His stubble feels good against the tips of my fingers, igniting a stirring between my legs.

“What do you want to do now? Do you want to go out? I promised you dessert,” he says, leaning into my touch.

“I think I want to see what this angry unicorn is all about.” My hand travels down his torso and into his boxers, grasping his dick. I stroke him a few times until his low growl causes me to let go. I back away, only for him to stalk toward me.

Finn drops his shorts and starts stroking his arousal. My mouth waters, remembering the taste of him, and my pussy starts to rejoice. I don’t know who wants that dick more between the two of them, but I do know I’m the winner regardless.

“Where do you want to fuck?”

“I don’t know. Shall I run and hide?”

He nods and starts counting. I leave the closet and bedroom, taking off down the hall until I come to the staircase that leads to his office. I slip off my thong and sit on the steps, spreading my legs wide for him and all of Vegas to see.



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