on by her climax, and relentlessly stroked downward on his hardness until he released one last, rough cry before his entire body went slack upon her.
“Damn,” he swore. “Damn.”
Monica pressed kisses from his neck to his shoulder, tasting the salt of his hard-earned sweat as she enjoyed the synchronized, fast tempo of their pounding heartbeats. “My love?” she said as she drew circles in the sweat on his back with her fingertip.
Gabe opened one eye. “Huh?” he asked, his oncoming sleep already deepening his voice further.
“Small and private wedding ceremony?” she suggested innocently, already thinking of the field day the press would have with anything else.
Gabe pressed a kiss to her shoulder, cheek and then mouth before rolling over onto his back. “Short engagement?” he countered.
Monica sat up to reach for the sheet from the floor to pull over their bodies before lying on her side and resting her head on his chest. “Honeymoon in Fiji?” she asked.
He fell quiet and she knew he was thinking of time away from the restaurant and Cress, INC.
“One week or two?”
She bit back a smile. “One,” she said, knowing any time off would be hard for him to handle.
“Nah, two,” he said.
She raised her head to look at him in surprise. “Two?” she said.
He chuckled as he stroked her hair back from her face. “It’s my job to make you happy, future Mrs. Cress,” he said.
She moved to staddle him and grabbed his hand to place them on her breasts. “Then round two, Mr. Cress?” she asked.
His eyes darkened with heat. “Your wish is always my command,” he said with a roguish smile as she lowered her body so they could kiss and begin to give each other a very happy ending.
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Seducing His Secret Wife
by Robin Covington
One
Las Vegas, Nevada
There wasn’t much in the world that could lure Justin Ling away from a poker table.
He loved the game. The strategy and the psychology and the emotion evoked with every hand that was dealt. It didn’t hurt that he’d won far more than he’d ever lost. But he didn’t need the money; he was a billionaire from the success of his company, Redhawk/Ling, so winning was a lucrative but empty victory. The upside was that he’d won enough to score invites to some of the largest private games and several of the popular public tournaments. Justin loved the game and when he earmarked weekends to devote to it there was almost nothing that was going to distract him from the cards in his hand.
That’s why he couldn’t explain why he was sitting down next to the sexy raven-haired beauty at the bar.
She was tall, slim and the kind of sexy that came from a confidence that ran deeper than the superficial trappings of a pair of high heels and makeup. This woman was the kind who made you work for it.
On a break from his current game, he’d seen her walk past the private rooms and head toward the lobby of the casino. And she’d seen him, too. It was a lightning strike of a moment when their eyes locked for several seconds, and the recognition of a reciprocal spark of sexual hunger was enough to find him cashing out and following her into this sad little bar.
“Can I buy you a drink?” He wasted no time getting to the point. Justin always went for what he wanted and this woman had captivated him.
She glanced over at him, giving him a thorough perusal from his toes to his four-hundred-dollar haircut. Her gaze lingered on his face and he thought he saw another flicker of interest in her espresso-colored eyes, but her expression gave nothing away before she turned to watch the football game on the TV at the back of the bar.
“I can buy my own drink.” She picked up one of the three shots in front of her and downed it in one quick swallow.
“I’m sure you can,” he answered, mirroring her position on his bar stool with his eyes mostly on the game. He eyed her in his peripheral vision, noting the way she tensed but also noting that she didn’t make a move