long time. And White Box had been shut down. The four Sloan siblings bought the shuttered property and donated it to the city to turn into something else—the Thomas Paige Library.
“It was a good visit,” he said to Marie, shooting her a smile as the sun dipped lower and the music began, signaling the start of the show. “It was good to have Annalise with me.”
A few minutes later, he felt Annalise’s breath on his neck, then a kiss from her lips. “Hi, handsome,” she said softly. She was freshly showered after the long drive back.
She gave her mother cheek kisses, and wedged herself between them, an arm around each. “My two favorite people,” she said, and then they watched the fountains at the Bellagio spray water high into the sunset sky.
“We finally made it to the Bellagio,” she whispered, for him only.
“We finally made it.”
* * *
Later that night, they gazed out the floor-to-ceiling windows in their Las Vegas home, watching the lights of the city, one of her favorite pastimes. It was something they also loved to do from their home in Paris. Her flat had become his home as well, and was now full of pictures of the two of them.
She pressed her hand on his torso. “You’re still the sexiest guy I know, even if you don’t have a spleen.”
He laughed. “Amazing that I work without it.”
“You have all the parts that matter,” she said, tapping his head then dropping her hand to the front of his jeans, squeezing him. She travelled up his chest and stopped at his heart. “But this one works best of all.”
“Yes. It works pretty damn well, if I do say so myself,” he said and then took her to bed.
Both outside their home and between these walls, there was peace, and hope, and so much love that she knew it would carry them far into happily-ever after, and then some.
THE END
MISTER O SNEAK PEEK
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PROLOGUE
Ask me my three favorite things and the answers are so easy they roll off my tongue. Hitting a homerun for my softball league, drawing a killer cartoon panel, and, oh yeah, making a woman come so hard she sees stars.
Not gonna lie. That last one is my favorite, by about a mile. Giving a woman a sheet-grabbing, toe-curling, mind-blowing orgasm is pretty much the Best Thing Ever.
A woman’s climax is like summer break, Christmas morning, and a vacation in Fiji all rolled together in one fantastic package of window-shattering bliss.
Hell, if we could harness the beauty and energy from women coming, we could probably power cities, solve global warming, fix every problem known to man. The female orgasm is basically the manifestation of everything good in the world.
Especially when I deliver them, and I’ve given thousands upon thousands. I’m like a superhero of pleasure, a good-deed doer, the once-upon-a-geek-now-a-stud, and my mission is to dispense as many climaxes to my lovers as possible.
How have I managed to achieve this amazing feat? Simple. I’m both a student and a master of the art of giving Os. I consider myself an expert because — in the interest of full disclosure here — I’m completely, 100% obsessed with a woman’s enjoyment between the sheets. Getting her off is the name of the game, and if you can’t get that job done, you should get the hell out of the bedroom.
But, hey, I’m also humble enough to admit I’m still a learner.
Since there is always something new to discover with a woman.
Does she want it soft, hard, fast, light, rough? Does she like it with teeth, toys, my cock, my tongue, my fingers? Would she want a little something extra, like a feather, a vibrator, or some sort of fantastic combination of all of the above? Every woman is different and every path to her pleasure is its own erotic journey with so many fantastic stops to make along the way.
I take mental notes, study her cues, and always get out and do the field work.
I suppose that makes me the Magellan of the female orgasm. A true explorer, venturing forth, fearless and ready at any moment, to map the terrain of her pleasure