“I’ll think about it,” he muttered.
“Good,” she whispered.
He let her say the word then he slid his tongue in her mouth.
She slid her fingers in his hair.
When he was done kissing her, he moved to work her throat as he trailed a hand around and up toward her breast.
“I love how easy it is for you to make me believe,” she said in his ear.
Shit.
He wanted to make love to her again, do it slow, make it last.
She got any sweeter, he was going to have to fuck her.
“Baby?” he called.
“Yeah?”
He curled his hand around her breast.
“Shut up.”
“Okay,” she breathed.
He grinned against her skin and rubbed his thumb over her nipple.
One of her hands convulsed in his hair, tugging it. The other one started gliding down his spine.
Olivia shut up.
So Nick took his time and made love to her.
* * * * *
6:56 – Saturday Evening
Nick in a suit, no tie, and Olivia in heels and a little black dress that he liked a fuckuva lot, walked out of the elevators at the Cosmopolitan Hotel in Vegas.
They barely hit the public space when three guys walking by them slammed into each other as their eyes remained glued to Liv when she and Nick passed.
Nick looked from the men down to the woman he held close in his arm.
She was oblivious.
Nick was smiling.
They walked right out the front.
They got in a taxi.
And for the first time, Nick took his woman out to dinner.
* * * * *
11:58 – Saturday Night