“So I can sell it to the highest bidder. Why do you think?” he replies dryly.
“I live in New York, you know...”
“Yes. I’m coming to New York next weekend.”
“Since when?” I frown.
“Since now.” He smiles as he kisses me. His tongue rims my lips. “Donnez-moi votre numéro avant que je vous traîne retourner dans ma chamber.”
Translation: Give me your number before I drag you back to my room.
Could this guy be any more fun?
He takes out his phone and types Wife into the contact list.
I laugh. “You can’t save me as wife?”
“Who says?”
“Me.”
He grabs my behind and pushes me up against the door. “While you’re in Vegas, you’re my wife, and if I want to fuck you up against the door here, I can.” He growls against my neck.
I laugh into his shoulder as I push him away. I take his phone and type in my number, and he smiles, his lips lingering on mine.
“I’m coming to New York next weekend and getting a hotel for us. Where do you want to stay?”
I laugh. “You’re crazy.”
“And you are fucking addictive.” He smiles on my cheek as he grips me tight.
We laugh our way into one final lingering kiss before his lips drop softly to my neck.
“Goodbye, my beautiful wife,” he whispers as his eyes search mine.
I feel my heart somersault in my chest. “Goodbye.” I smile softly.
He starts walking backwards up the hallway as he points at me. “I will see you next weekend?”
I smirk as I cross my arms in front of me and watch him go.
“Don’t bother packing clothes because you won’t be needing any,” he calls.
I smirk again and shake my head. God, he’s a bona fide sex maniac.
A porter walks past and he calls out to him. “Excuse me, do you have any wheelchairs available?”
I cover my mouth to hide my giggle. He wouldn’t?
The porter looks down at his legs, wondering what is wrong with him that requires a wheelchair.
“Oh, its not my legs. I have a very sore dick.” He points to his groin. “Hard night.”
The porter frowns as he looks at his crotch.
I burst out laughing, and they both turn to look at me. With an embarrassed wave I walk into my room and close the door. I shake my head in disbelief at the crazy events that have panned out over the last twenty-four hours. I lean against the back of the closed door with a broad smile on my face.
Wow.
What an unexpected night.
What an unexpected man.
2
Cameron
I sip my scotch to hide my smirk, my eyes meeting my brother Joshua’s over the table. It’s 3am and we are playing poker in the high roller room in Vegas.
A trace of a smile crosses his face, and he shakes his head, almost to himself, as he lights his cigar. He’s just worked out that I’m counting cards.
It’s the thrill of not getting caught that enticed me to cheat. It has nothing to do with the financial gain. I don’t need the money. But I do thrive on excitement and this is the most fun I have had in years—apart from last night with Bloss. I get a vision of her above me and I feel myself harden slightly under the table.
God, she was so fucking on point.
Mind.
Body.
Mind.
Two men across the table are arguing about something, so I take a moment and glance down at my phone, scrolling through my pictures to find the photo I took of her while she slept. She’s naked and on her side with both hands underneath her angelic face. Her long, honey-colored hair is splayed across my pillow, and the white linen is draped over her body. It’s weird really—I have never been inspired to take a photo of a woman before then, but she just looked so gorgeous asleep in my bed… I couldn’t resist. I send the image to my cloud to save it. My phone beeps, alerting me to a text. It’s Joshua.
If you get me barred from this casino
I am going to break your fucking neck.
I’m unable to hide my broad smile, and I glance around the room to see all of the security staff watching on. Joshua, my brother, is a millionaire app developer. His security staff go everywhere with him, and seeing as he is my best friend, they are everywhere with me, too. I’m used to it, but he’s completely right. If I get caught cheating here all hell is going to break loose. I smile across the