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  The man I came to this resort with did have one.

  Ray tugged a key card for the hotel from his wallet when I told him about West. He handed me the card after explaining that he’d gotten it two weeks ago from a woman on the thirty-second floor who invited him back to her room after a lap dance at the club he works at three nights a week.

  He used the card that night. After he gave her an hour-and-a-half of his time and some extra special treatment, he tucked the card back into his wallet and left with a hefty tip.

  He told me he meant to toss it in the trash but never got around to it. It’s expired, but it does bear the name and logo of this resort.

  I was shaking as I neared the elevator after saying goodbye to Ray. He left me with a kiss on the back of my hand and assurance that I was doing the right thing by heading up to West’s room.

  I barely know Ray and we only shared one drink, but I took his advice. He told me that there’s no harm in having fun with a stranger.

  He’s right.

  I want to see West again and so I took the card, marched up to the guard standing by the elevator and as one of the three women in front of me flashed him a look at her key card, I asked another of the women where she bought her red dress.

  I didn’t have to show the card I was clutching tightly in my hand.

  Instead, I boarded the lift and listened to a stranger talk about her favorite clothing boutique in Los Angeles.

  She spun in a circle as the elevator’s doors closed, showing off the dress that she had paired with a red facemask trimmed with feathers to create a costume for the party. She looked elegant and sexy.

  She giggled at my tutu and tiara as her friend used her key card to scan the pad in the elevator. She pressed the button for the twenty-ninth floor and I pushed the button that read twenty-six.

  Once the doors popped open, the trio blew me a flurry of air kisses as I stepped out into the quiet corridor.

  I’ve been standing here for what feels like an hour, but it can’t be more than a few minutes.

  I take a deep breath and knock softly on the door to West’s room.

  I wait at least ten seconds.

  Nothing happens.

  I knock again, a touch louder this time. I take a step back so if he gazes out the door’s peephole he’ll see my tank top and tutu.

  At least a minute passes without any response.

  I inch forward again, but this time I rest my ear against the heavy steel door.

  Not surprisingly, I hear absolutely nothing.

  Maybe he’s asleep. Or maybe this isn’t his room at all.

  Dammit.

  What if he gave me a random hotel name and room number because he’s an asshole who likes to toy with women?

  I shake my head. I knew this was a bad idea. I’ve never had good luck in Las Vegas with men. Why would that change now?

  I curse myself for being so naïve and just as I’m about to step away from the door, I hear the unmistakable sound of the lock turning.

  Whoever is in this room is about to give me hell for waking them up and I deserve it.

  I brace myself for their wrath just as the door flies open.

  It’s him.

  West is standing in front of me with his hair a mess, his eyes heavy from sleep and his leanly muscular body exposed except for what’s hidden under his black boxer briefs.

  He rubs his hand over his eyes. “Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

  I scan every inch of him again. Wow. This man is beautiful.

  “You’re hotter than the strippers I saw earlier.” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them.

  His lips curve into a wicked grin. “Hello to you too, angel. Come on in.”

  ***

  “The tiara is a nice touch.” He crosses his arms over his chest as he nudges his chin up. “Did you add that just for me?”

  I reach up and tug it off my head before I toss it on a sleek wooden table just inside the entrance to his suite.

  The light is dim, but I can make out how delicious his thick biceps look, and his sculpted abs. His legs are toned and his chest is broad and smooth.

  “Do you like what you see?”

  I blush when I realize I’ve been blatantly staring at the man again.

  “I’m sorry I woke you.” I hold my small white clutch purse against my stomach. I don’t have any abs, although I don’t think he’ll care about that. “I shouldn’t have come so late.”

  “I’m glad you woke me up.” He uncrosses his arms and gestures toward the expansive living room of the suite. “Can I get you something to drink?”

  I skim my tongue over my bottom lip. “Some water if it’s not too much trouble.”

  He stalks across the room to a bar area. He opens a mini fridge and grabs a small bottle of water. By the time he’s back in front of me, he’s cracked the seal on the lid.

  “Here you go, angel.”

  “Angel,” I repeat back as I take the bottle from him. I’m dying to ask him if it’s a nickname he calls every woman he meets, but I stop myself.

  “You looked like an angel when I opened my eyes this morning.” He stares down at me. “The last thing I excepted to see when I woke up on that flight was a woman as beautiful as you.”

  Charm. It’s oozing off of him, along with an undeniable primal masculine energy.

  “I like it,” I confess.

  He watches me closely as I take a long sip of the water. “I crashed about an hour ago because I didn’t think you’d show up.”

  I don’t protest as he tugs the bottle from my hand and finishes what’s left. “I was busy earlier.”

  “Watching strippers.” His gravelly voice sends a shiver down my spine.

  My nipples are hard and straining against the thin cotton tank top and the white lace of my bra. I’m wound up tight and the man hasn’t even touched me yet. “I’m in Vegas for a bachelorette party.”

  “On the flight this morning you said you weren’t engaged, so am I safe to assume you’re not the blushing bride-to-be?” He widens his stance.

  I keep my eyes locked on his as I answer. “I’m a bridesmaid.”

  He steps closer. “I told you I was a lucky bastard. I hit the jackpot tonight.”

  Chapter 6

  Jeremy

  I would have a bet a thousand dollars that she wasn’t going to show, yet here she is.

  I’m right in front of her. She looks different than she did this morning when her smoky eye shadow was perfectly applied and a light layer of pink gloss covered her lips.

  I like this version of her even more with her makeup smudged. Earlier I didn’t notice the light dusting of freckles that covers her nose and trails over her cheeks.

  She’s a beauty by any measure.

  “What’s your name?” I ask as I lift a finger to her chin.

  She flinches only slightly. “Angel.”

  “So you’re going to stick with that?” I slide my fingers to her neck and beyond to her silky brown hair. I fist it in my hand, angling her head back.

  A little moan escapes her lips. “Are you going to kiss me?”

  I lean forward so I can rub the tip of my nose along the soft skin of her neck. “I’ll start with that.”

  I do. I trail kisses over her neck, taking my time until I reach her chin. Before I claim her mouth, I look into her light green eyes. “You’re shaking. Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “I’m excited,” she blurts out with a small whimper. “I want this. I’m sure. I’m very sure.”

  That’s all the reassurance I need.

  I take her face in my hands, tilting her head slightly before I seal my mouth over hers.

  ***

  My skin heats as she parts her soft lips to let me inside. I dive in, my tongue against hers, my teeth seeking out her flesh.

  She beats me to it and tugs my bottom lip between her teeth.

  My dick is instantly hard; harder than it was when I saw her standing on the other side of
the hotel room door.

  I slide one hand down her body, stopping to squeeze her waist before I grab the back of her thigh.

  Skin as soft and smooth as silk awaits me.

  My cock throbs as I urge her against me.

  She purrs like a kitten when I tighten my fingers over the curve of her ass.

  I feel lace panties. I want those on the floor.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she whispers as her hands roam my shoulders before they slide down my arms.

  I want to be a memory this woman will never forget so I kiss her again, deeper this time. My tongue seeks out more. I taste tequila mixed with mint and a sweet note that has to be just her.

  I break the kiss and trail my lips over her cheek until they’re resting against her ear. “I’m aching for you.”

  “I’m ready if you are,” she says in a breathy tone.

  I hold back a chuckle. She’s a bundle of nerves. “We’re just getting started, angel. There are so many things I want to do with you.”

  “Like what?” she asks in a whimper.

  “We’ll start with this.” I move my hand to her waist and tug on the bottom of her tank top. I’ve been dying to see her tits all day. I can tell they’re more than a handful. “Take off your shirt.”

  Her eyes widen as she takes a small step back. “I’m not perfect.”

  Jesus. Where the fuck did that come from?

  I cup her face in my hands and kiss her again. This time it’s slow and sensual. “You’re beautiful.”

  Her lips curve up into a soft smile. “So are you.”

  I watch as she grabs the hem of the shirt with both hands before she slides it up and over her head. The motion messes her hair. She’s already got a sexy just-fucked look and I’ve barely touched her.

  “The bra too.” I fist my hands at my sides. I want to touch her, but I know if I do, I’ll lose it. I’ll carry her to the bed, slide on a condom and fuck her senseless.

  I want that, but I want this more.

  I have all night. She’s mine until the morning.

  She slides her bra off in a rush, her hands darting to cover two plump breasts with high peaked nipples.

  I reach forward and take her wrists in my hands. Resistance is there, but I tug them away from her skin. I don’t want her to shield anything from me.

  It’s bad enough that I don’t know her name or how to reach her after tonight.

  “Don’t cover yourself,” I hiss. “I want to see it all. I need to see it all.”

  Her breath hitches as the resistance fades and I drop her hands.

  I can’t stop myself when I lean forward and taste the spot between her tits. I run the tip of my tongue over the soft skin before I seek out her left nipple. I roll it in my fingers first, plumping it even more.

  I glance at her face. Her eyes are heavy-lidded. I know she’s craving my body the same way I’m craving hers.

  I close my lips around her nipple and lightly flick my tongue over the hard, tight point.

  Her hands fall to my hair, fingers twisting in the strands, guiding me closer to her.

  I suck lightly as my hand moves to cup her right breast. I squeeze before I pinch the nipple hard just as my teeth close around the other.

  She squeaks. “Oh, please.”

  Please take me. Please make me feel. Please fuck me.

  I don’t care if her plea is for one or all, I’ll give her everything she needs.

  Chapter 7

  Linny

  I’m only wearing my panties now.

  The hideous tulle skirt is behind him on the floor. He slid it off me with care even though I was squirming in anticipation the entire time.

  I wanted his eyes on me, his hands, his lips; all of him.

  His gaze is pinned to the front of my white lace panties.

  “Take them off, angel.”

  I’ve never stripped naked in front of a man before.

  In the past, whenever I’ve known that sex was about to happen, I’ve crawled into bed under the shadow of darkness.

  “Why don’t you take off your…” My words trail when his hands land on the waistband of his boxer briefs. He slips them down to his knees and then further, kicking them aside.

  I stare at him, all of him.

  “Your turn.” He grabs his thick cock, stroking himself while I watch each leisurely movement.

  My gaze finds his and my breath catches. I glide my hands down my body until I feel the edge of the lace.

  I lower my panties slowly with his eyes following each movement I make. It feels intimate in a way that makes my heart skip a beat.

  A groan escapes him when the lace skims my thighs and I push the panties off, stepping out of them carefully before I brush them aside with a sweep of my foot.

  “You’re wet.” The deep timbre of his voice makes me ache. “Show me how wet you are.”

  I’m so wet that you can fuck me right here, right now.

  I don’t say the words, even though I want to scream them at him.

  His gaze scans my body. “I know you’re slick. I want to see. Touch yourself and show me.”

  “Touch me,” I whisper the only two words I can manage.

  His eyes focus on my mouth before they dart to my pussy. “Show me, angel. Do it now.”

  I do. I drop my hand and run my fingertips over my aching cleft stopping to rub my clit.

  “Don’t.” His hand is on my wrist halting my fingers in place. “Save that for tomorrow when you’re thinking about me fucking you.”

  He raises my hand to his mouth and brushes his tongue against my fingertips. Electricity radiates through me.

  “You taste as sweet as I imagined.” His voice is low and measured.

  He leans forward to press a soft kiss to my lips, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck.

  “I want to take my time, and I will, but right now I need to be inside you.” His hand drops to my pussy as he glides two thick fingers over my folds.

  I cry out when he pushes them inside of me. It’s a burst of pain wrapped in pleasure.

  “You’re going to make me come so hard,” he says in a whisper.

  His words are only urging me closer to the edge. I could orgasm just from listening to this man talk about wanting to fuck me.

  I whimper when he slides his fingers out. “West.”

  He holds my hands in his and starts walking backward. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I can’t take my eyes off of you.”

  I don’t want him to.

  I want to sear into my memory the way he’s looking at me right now.

  As we reach an open doorway, he skims the wall inside with his hand. A tall lamp comes on in the corner, filling the bedroom with warm, muted light.

  I hesitate. I’ve never made love with the lights on.

  “Don’t be shy.” His tone is soft. “You’re a stunning woman with the sexiest body I’ve ever seen.”

  I bite back a smile. Tonight isn’t about calling this stranger out on whether he’s whispering words that are grounded in truth or not. I came to his hotel suite for an experience I know I’ll never forget.

  I step inside the doorway. His hand drops mine and he starts across the room. One word leaves his lips. “Condom.”

  It’s a simple word; a necessary word, but it’s laced with the promise of what’s about to happen.

  He tugs a foil packet from the pocket of a pair of pants that are draped over the back of a chair. He rips it open, letting the wrapper fall to the carpeted floor before he sheathes himself with ease.

  “Come, angel.”

  I cross the room to where he is, my body shaking in anticipation.

  His lips brush against mine in a fevered kiss as he pulls me onto the bed.

  “Jesus,” he hisses out when I reach down to wrap my hand around his cock. “Something tells me I’m going to remember this night forever.”

  Before I can think, he’s on top of me, his large frame hovering over me.

  I s
tare into his eyes. “I’ll remember it too.”

  “You’re fucking right you will,” he says hoarsely. “This is just the beginning. You’re mine until the sun comes up.”

  He eases into me slowly, taking his time.

  My hips buck in a need to feel more. There are a million things I want to say, but nothing falls from my lips but a breathy moan.

  He moves slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. When I slide my hands down his back, he groans loudly.

  His eyes lock on mine and as much as I want to close my eyes to hide what I’m feeling I don’t.

  I stare at him as he ups the pace and pumps into me with even, steady strokes.

  I’ve never felt this full. It’s never been so good. I race closer to the edge, letting out a low moan.

  “Ah, fuck, that sound,” he growls into the flesh of my neck before his teeth find my shoulder.

  He bites my skin and I’m lost to it all.

  Each thrust is harder. Every groan he makes is more intense. My pussy tightens as I near the edge. I try to open my mouth to say something, anything but only my breath escapes as I come.

  His release follows with a carnal moan from deep within him that pushes me straight into another climax.

  Chapter 8

  Linny – 8 weeks later

  I repeat back what Harmony just said to me. There’s no way I heard her correctly. “Kendra is pregnant, and she thinks it happened on their wedding night?”

  “Why are you acting like this is the first you’ve heard of it?”

  I lock eyes with her across the table. “Because it is. When did you find out?”

  She drops her gaze to her lap. “Two days ago. She called Priscilla right before she called me. I’m sorry, Linny. I thought you knew.”

  I don’t know why I’m surprised that Kendra didn’t reach out to share her good news with me.

  I’ve been the odd woman out for years. The three of them have a lot in common. It was evident the day Kendra walked down the aisle five weeks ago in Atlanta.

  Harmony’s son was the ring bearer, and Priscilla’s daughters were the flower girls. They spent hours with Kendra after the mid-day rehearsal the day before the ceremony. I spent that time alone in my hotel room answering work emails.