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Page 93 of One Night in Vegas

“I know.”

He pushed in deeper until he could go no farther. My pussy throbbed around his fullness. I tried to catch my breath, but it was all too good. “Oh no,” I whispered.

“Shh,” he kissed the side of my cheek. “Let it go. I’ll make sure you get another.”

I couldn’t stop the orgasm. I chalked up the speed with which it hit to the night together. And yesterday. I had been aroused for days. He kissed me, jerking his hips once and sending me into sweet oblivion. He swallowed my moans while keeping himself firmly planted inside me.

“Damn, woman,” he said with a smile as he pulled back. “One of these days, I want to feel you without any barriers.”

I wanted that as well, but I didn’t know where we stood. That was not something I cared about right then. Not with him planted inside me. “You promised me another,” I replied.

“Greedy,” he whispered.

“I am when it comes to you.”

He pushed off me and used all that muscle to control his body and drive us straight into another orgasm. We shared in the release, both of us struggling to keep our sounds of ecstasy under wraps. I wanted him more than I wanted air. The things he did to my body blew my mind. Every little nerve ending was twitching and throbbing with pleasure. My body spasmed long after the orgasm.

“I should go,” I said after we lay together in postcoital bliss for several long moments.

“Don’t,” he said. “Stay the night.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“I am. Stay. We’ll get up early and you can sneak back to your room before anyone comes down.”

“We can’t sleep late,” I warned. “I do not want to be the office scandal.”

“I understand,” he said and tucked me under his arm. He squeezed me close. “No scandal. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Thank you,” I said with a contented sigh.

I closed my eyes and lay quietly in the dark room. His heartbeat was the only sound I heard. The wall of windows was thick enough to block out the sound of what I knew was a very busy, loud city below. Here in this room, it was just us. We were in our own little cocoon. I wasn’t going to worry about what might happen. This was just too good to let anything ruin it.

36

JON

Iwoke with a start. The sound of someone breathing inches away from me was not something I was accustomed to. It took about thirty seconds for me to fully wake up and realize I was in bed, in Vegas with Macy. I opened my eyes and turned my head to verify what I heard. Sure enough, she was sound asleep.

This was a momentous occasion. We had actually managed to spend a full night together. That had to be some kind of record. We did it. We actually fucking managed to stay in bed all night.

Last night when I drifted off to sleep, I half-expected to wake up and find her gone. Finding her in my bed was pretty damn awesome. I leaned over and softly kissed her cheek. She stirred. Her lashes fluttered before those big brown eyes were looking at me.

“Hi,” she said, smiling.

“Hello.”

“Am I in your bed?” she asked.

“Yep.”

“And you’re in your bed?” she teased.

“Looks that way,” I said.

“That’s new,” she said, laughing. “I’m not sure if I like that.”

“What?”




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