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Stripped Bare (Vegas Billionaire 1)

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“Stop.” He grabs my hand, holding it still.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin it.” I know there are tears waiting to fall and I refuse to look at Finn. I refuse to let him know that he’s getting to me.

“Look at me, Macey.”

I shake my head and opt to finish the wine before setting the empty glass on the floor.

“You left me.”

I scoff. “You were busy. I honestly didn’t think you’d notice. I almost didn’t tell you.”

Finn sighs and runs his hand through his dark hair. It falls back into place immediately. His hair looks the same, whether he’s waking up or I’ve run my hands through it while we’re having sex.

“Look, I’m not pissed. I get it.”

“Get what, exactly?” he asks, taking off his tuxedo jacket. He starts working on his cuff links, followed by the buttons of his shirt.

“That you’re looking to bed the next donor. It’s business. You’re a businessman and she clearly wanted to be between your sheets. I thought about leaving so you could seal the deal tonight and not have to worry about me being here.”

“Wow,” he says, acting shocked. “I can’t believe you think so little of me.”

“Am I supposed to think differently?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugs. “I thought I’ve been doing a decent job of treating you nicely. I know I’m demanding, but you don’t shy away from telling me off either.”

He stands and moves toward the living room. “Look, if you want to go, you can. I’m not going to keep you here if you don’t want to be here. I’ll put the money on the counter for you.”

Finn disappears before I can open my mouth and tell him that I’m sorry, that maybe I misjudged him. Deep in my heart I know that I didn’t, though. Once I’m gone, he’ll replace me with someone else. It may not be Brandy or the woman who was all over him, but next week another woman will walk barefoot through his house, share his bed and be made to feel like the world is at their feet.

And maybe they won’t be a stripper or an escort. Maybe she’ll be a random chick he sees walking down the street or an old flame who has returned to Vegas for a vacation. Regardless, it won’t be me.

I start to get up, only to find him standing where the wall should be. He’s clad only in silk pajama bottoms, sitting low, highlighting the defined V of his hips. My mouth waters, knowing the taste of him well and wanting more.

Finn stalks toward me, resting his knee on the chaise until I’m pushed back against it.

“Don’t leave,” he whispers over my mouth, his lips dangerously close to touching mine. He nuzzles my neck, placing feather-light kisses on my skin while his covered erection presses against my leg. Closing my eyes, I open to him, letting him center himself.

“Please stay, Macey,” he begs, resting half his body on me as he cups my cheek. Between his blue eyes and the dark stubble, I’m lost. I desperately want to kiss him, to feel his lips and tongue against mine. I swallow hard, fighting back the urge, and nod my head.

“Yeah?” he asks and I nod again, pulling my lower lip between my teeth to keep myself in check.

“You won’t be sorry.” His lips are like fire against my neck as they move languidly down the valley of my breasts. The tie keeping my robe closed is pulled away and the silk keeping me covered is pulled again. Finn’s grasp on my boob is rough but sensual, and as his teeth bite down on my nipple, I cry out.

Reaching between us, I pull the drawstring on his pants, loosening them enough that I can slide my hand in, feeling his arousal against the palm of my hand. Gripping his shaft, I work my hand up and down his rod while his mouth makes love to my breasts.

Finn pushes my robe away, leaving me exposed to the elements. The cool breeze hits my wet nipples, making them harder. I arch into him, needing him to take away the chill. With each pull of my hand, his erection brushes against my clit, increasing my need for him. I let go, needing my hands to push his pants down. I want him in me. I need the feeling of him inside to take away the ache that I feel in my heart. My time with him is coming to an end and I don’t want it to.

“Fuck, your body is on fire,” he says, kissing his way down my torso.

“Finn, please.”

He sits back on his haunches with his hands on my knees, spreading my legs open. My finger rubs my clit, giving me a little bit of the friction I need. Finn licks his lips and pulls my body forward, lining up with my core, rubbing the head of his dick between my folds. He hisses at the contact, letting his head fall back before his gaze meets mine.


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