Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
I didn’t care about winning conversations, music, or dancing. No…I got off on base attraction and immediate gratification. Meet, fuck, walk away. No strings, no expectations, no numbers exchanged. I had all the strings, expectations, and more responsibility than any one person should harbor during any given day. I didn’t need the added complication of a clingy lover.
Just as well. I had no intention of ever “settling down” or finding “the one.” My brother and sister had both produced grandchildren to extend the Horsham line. Brilliant. Because really…no one thought for a moment that I’d make a good husband or father. If they said so, they were bloody well lying.
I was good at two things—making money and avoiding temptation.
Usually.
Tonight, I’d met temptation at a dive bar, finger-fucked him, and invited him over…as one does.
He’d exited the luxury SUV and waltzed into the Mandalay Bay lobby, at my side. He’d ridden the lift to the penthouse suite with me and was now gazing wide-eyed at the panoramic view of neon lights below.
This was a bad idea. I should call Collins now and have him take my visitor back to his own hotel and—
“This is fucking crazy,” he gushed.
Raine spun to face me, his floppy hair spilling over his forehead and into his eyes. He pushed the wayward fringe aside and raked his teeth over his bottom lip, a shy smile tugging the corner of his mouth.
I snickered in spite of my misgivings. This unassuming, chatty man with big brown eyes and caramel-colored hair was an interesting mixture of adorable and sexy. And alarmingly obtuse.
Who in their right mind wore skintight club clothing to a honky-tonk bar? If I hadn’t stepped up, he’d have been fodder for a few of Vegas’s less gentlemanly gentlemen.
That was my story, and I was sticking to it. There was simply no other explanation for spending over an hour discussing “things to do in London” with a stranger at least a dozen years my junior. Raine was not in any way what I’d been looking for tonight. I was there for the ordinary, ne’er-do-wells who never asked for names, numbers, or professions. Sex wasn’t personal to me; it was a physical transaction…nothing more.
I supposed Raine fit that category. Sort of.
Except he wasn’t ordinary in the slightest. He was boyishly handsome, nice and rather sweet. I didn’t like sweets of any kind. Yet I’d bought a second round at the bar without hesitation and had continued talking the night away like an overeager schoolboy. And when the time had come to part ways, I couldn’t do it.
So here we were.
We’d cleaned up with sanitary wipes on the drive, but cum crusted the front of his shirt and my clothes smelled like him.
This was trouble.
I ignored my internal warning system as I meandered to the wall of windows to join him. “Yes, it’s a nice view.”
“That’s an understatement. I have a view of the pool at The Palazzo and I thought that was killer, but wow.” He beamed at me, radiant streams of sunshine so bright I couldn’t help but return the gesture. “It’s beautiful.”
I had a sudden urge to tell him about the view from my London office, but there was no point in sharing even measly bits of personal information. We’d never see each other again after tonight.
So I gave in to a different urge entirely. I ran a single digit along his smooth jaw and brushed my thumb over the shell of his ear. He shivered, leaning into my touch like a greedy cat.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, stepping closer still.
Raine scoffed. “I am not, but thanks. I’ve been called cute, and in a certain light when I’m wearing my best ‘fuck-me jeans’ I can pass for sexy, but—gah. I’m talking too much. I’m sorry. I’m nervous. It’s better if you do the talking. And while you’re at it, maybe assure me you aren’t a murderer.”
“A murderer?” I repeated with a laugh.
“You don’t give off murdery vibes, but I don’t know you and you don’t know me.”
“No, but I’ve had two fingers inside you and I know what you look like when you come, so…that’s something.”
He widened his eyes in surprise. “Definitely something. You haven’t kissed me, though. That could be murdery or—”
I pulled him against my chest and crashed my mouth over his. Raine melted in my arms, opening for me immediately. Our tongues twisted in a frenzy. I broke for air, nipping his chin as I cupped his pert ass.
“You’re safe here.” I kissed him breathless again, tugging his shirt from his impossibly tight jeans. “But I do want you.”
“Yes. That’s…yes,” he panted. “You can have me.”
“Good. I want to touch you.” I licked the column of his neck as I dragged his shirt up his chest, splaying my palms on his warm skin. “I want to taste you.”