We are back at the Wicked Horse club in Las Vegas with the story of a man for whom sex has always been nothing but a game, until he falls for a mysterious green-eyed beauty behind the mask of sapphire feathers…who ends up being his best friend’s little sister! Enjoy a sneak peek…
“I got to say, Walsh,” Elena yells as she puts her arm around my shoulder and kisses my cheek. “You sure know how to treat the women in your life well.”
I smirk down at her as we wait for Jorie to come back from the restroom. We had a three-hour dinner at the best restaurant in Vegas, and then I suggested a nightclub where we could drink and dance. Except, dancing’s not really my thing, but I sure didn’t mind watching Jorie shake her ass out there with Elena.
“Women?” I yell back at her because the music’s shaking the building.
She gives it right back to me just as loud. “You know… as her best friend, I’m your woman, too.”
“In the platonic sense, right?”
“God, yes,” she says back in horror. “I mean, I’m the bestie. You get me along for the ride. You hurt her, I destroy you. You buy her Tiffany’s, you buy me Tiffany’s. See?”
“Got it,” I tell her with an amused shake of my head.
The music turns slow, and Elena wags her finger in my face. “No, no, no. I may be the other woman in your life, but you can’t slow dance with me. There are some lines I won’t cross.”
I roll my eyes at her, and then sweep my gaze across the club looking for Jorie. Suddenly, I feel her hands on my hips as she presses into me from behind. I look over my shoulder at her, and she slides around to stand in front of me.
“You about ready to go?” she asks. “It’s getting late.”
I respond by taking her hand and leading her out onto the dance floor. It’s practically empty because no one comes to a Vegas nightclub to slow dance, but I don’t give a fuck. I feel like swaying to cheesy music with the hottest woman I’ve ever been with.
The girl in my life I’ve known longer than any other.
Jorie’s smile is soft and her eyes are sparkling with the champagne she drank earlier as I pull her to me. I bring her hand in close to my chest and wrap the other around her back. She presses her face into my neck, and I fucking love the feel of her breath on my skin.
“This is weird,” she murmurs.
“Why’s that?” I ask with a smile playing on my lips.
“You being all romantic.”
I snicker. “I can be romantic.”
“Yes,” she deadpans and then mimics me. “That’s it, baby, come for me harder. Or, take my cock down your throat, baby, and I’ll give you multiples after.”
I reach down and pinch her ass hard. Her pelvis flies into mine as she yelps.
“I do not talk like that all the time,” I admonish her. “And besides, you like my dirty talk.”
I can feel her sigh into my body, and she admits softly. “I really do. I love dirty Walsh.”
My step falters slightly at her casual drop of the “L” word, but her tone was teasing enough that I don’t take it for anything more than her profession that she’s got a kinky side like me.
“You had enough dancing tonight?” I ask.
“Yes, and I’m horny,” she says petulantly. My hand goes down to palm her ass, pressing her in tighter so she can feel I’m horny, too. “Want to go fuck in the bathroom?”
This time, I do stumble. When I regain our rhythm, I pull my head back to look down at her. “I’ve created a monster.”
“You didn’t create it,” she says with a wink. “You just released it.”
“Well, as fun as fucking you in the bathroom sounds, I’m thinking tonight I just want you on my mattress, on your back with your feet pressed into my shoulders and my hand over your mouth,” I tell her.
“Why a hand over my mouth?” she asks, her head tilted to the side and her green eyes dancing.
“Because Elena is going to be in the guest bedroom as she’s had too much to drink tonight, and I don’t want her hearing you scream every time I make you come.”
Jorie bats her eyelashes at me and simpers, “Oh, Walsh… see… you are a romantic.”
“Make fun if you will, but you’ll be owing me an apology soon,” I warn.
She merely cocks a thin beautiful eyebrow at me in question.
“Reach into my pocket,” I tell her.
“I’m not giving you a hand job out here on the dance floor.”
“Smartass,” I tell her. “My jacket pocket, on the inside.”
She shoots me a huge, beautiful grin and her hand dives into the left pocket. She finds it empty, then it dives into the right. When it comes out, she’s holding a square Tiffany’s box.
“Oh, wow,” she says as she looks at it with wide eyes. “You are romantic.”
“Open it,” I tell her as I release my hold and we stand in the middle of the dance floor.
She doesn’t waste any time, and then she’s gasping at the white-gold chain bracelet with the Tiffany charm attached.
Jorie looks up at me, and it kills me to see a little bit of confusion in her eyes. I know I’m crossing a line, but I fucking couldn’t help myself when I walked by the store, which is in my hotel lobby, after work.
I try to make light of it. “Will I get laid tonight?”
She gives me a glare and then looks back to the bracelet. “It’s beautiful.”
“Here,” I say as I take the jewelry from the box. “Hold up your wrist.”
Jorie watches as I put it on her, and then she looks up to me. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I say, but then I shoot a look over at Elena watching us from the edge of the dance floor. “But tell her I’m not buying her one.”
“Huh?” Jorie asks with confusion.
“Inside joke,” I tell her as I bring a hand around her neck. I pull her to me and lay a soft kiss on her cheek. “I’ll explain it to you later after we fuck.”
Jorie laughs and steps into me for an impromptu hug that surprises me as much as it warms me. My heart skips a beat when she says, “There’s my Walsh.”
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