Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Did John rat me out?” I asked as he started to clean up the supplies.
“Rat you out?”
“Tell you where I was going,” I clarified.
“Yes. But not, I don’t think, on purpose. Don’t hold it against him. He just mentioned that he’d offered to set you up with a driver in LA, but you’d turned him down.”
“I’m not mad at him. He’s a nice guy. Though it’s ridiculous that you made him stay at the hotel for three days waiting for me.”
“He didn’t have to. I offered to send my driver over to do shifts so he could go home. He’s very… dedicated.”
“He’s very incentivized, you mean,” I clarified.
“There’s that,” he agreed, zipping the first aid kit closed. “Want some coffee?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“Iced?” he asked. “A straw might be easier with that lip.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll be right back,” he said, reaching out to give my knee a squeeze before standing.
Alone, I told myself that I would just wait for him to get back with my coffee, then I was going to get a ride-share back to my hotel.
But, well, he took a while.
And the couch was a lot more comfortable than I’d been anticipating.
Before I knew it, I was drifting off.
Only to wake up with a belly-dropping sensation as I was lifted up.
“You’re okay,” Harrison said, holding me tightly to his chest. “I’m just moving you to the bed.”
I knew I needed to object, to make him put me down, to go back to my own damn hotel.
But, well, it felt good to be held. Just for a moment.
So I sank into the sensation, into him.
“You take the bed,” he said as he lowered me down and pulled the covers over me.
“It’s a big bed,” I said, glancing up at him. And I was going to get out of it and go back to my hotel room eventually, dammit.
“Sure?” he asked, swiping my hair off my cheek.
I gave him a little nod.
He moved back toward the doorway to hit the light, letting just the moonlight stream in through the room.
He toed out of his shoes, his socks, then moved over to the dresser to take off his cufflinks and watch.
His tie was next.
His jacket.
My chest tightened as my breath caught. And as he started to unbutton his shirt, my pulse found a frantic rhythm, pounding in my chest, throat, and wrists.
When he whipped off the shirt, though, there was a matching pulsing sensation somewhere else entirely.
Why did he have to be so damn attractive?
Couldn’t I have married some boring, unappealing, rude guy?
The whooshing sound of his belt pulling free of the loops had me pressing my thighs together to ease the growing ache between them.
My breathing went fast and shallow as I watched his hands go to the button and zipper of his slacks.
His gaze cut to me, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut, hoping I wasn’t caught.
I heard his pants hit the ground and felt a tug of disappointment that I couldn’t look again before he moved to the other side of the bed and climbed on.
It wasn’t until he was settled that I spoke.
“Harrison?”
“Yeah?” he asked.
“How did you find me here?”
“I figured there was only one reason you’d be flying out.”
“A poker game.”
“Yeah. And I have a friend I’ve done a lot of business with out here who is a pretty serious recreational player. I made a call.”
My back was to him, but I nodded anyway as the silence grew long between us.
“Harrison?” I called again.
“Yeah?”
“Why did you follow me out here?”
His answer was so long in coming that I didn’t think he was going to respond at all.
Then, finally, his voice low, he said, “I was hoping for another chance.”
“A chance for what?”
There was another long pause.
“To show you what we found in Vegas.”
There was a tug in my chest at that. Not because there was any memory that surfaced, but at the clear hope in his voice.
“I… just wanted a couple of days away from it all,” I admitted.
“I should have respected that.”
“If you had, you wouldn’t have gotten the pleasure of getting into a street fight,” I teased, turning over to shoot him a smile.
“Even though you didn’t need to be saved,” he said.
“Exactly.”
I watched him for a long moment, my mind and body at complete odds.
“There is one thing I do remember being good about Vegas,” I said.
“Oh, yeah?” he asked, tone casual, not picking up on the heat sparking off every inch of my skin.
“Yeah,” I said, shifting up on my knees and moving to straddle him.
His hands lifted automatically, settling on my hips as I dropped down on him.
Apparently, it wasn’t just me who’d been wrestling with their desire since getting into bed.
Beneath me, Harrison was already hard, straining against his boxer briefs.
There was no stopping myself from dropping down, from shifting until his length pressed against the core of me.