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Tate and I were now on our feet, facing Mac. Tate straightened his suit as I brushed off my rumpled uniform. He was a delicious sight, towering over me, his wide jaw set to suggest he would broach no argument.
In a low voice filled with natural authority, Tate said to Mac, “Kiki and I are walking out of here. God help you if you try to stop us. And we’re never coming back. From here on out, you leave both of us the fuck alone. Understood?”
A shiver ran down my spine. Despite the ordeal of the day, I wanted to fuck him right then and there, feel his thick hands — and thicker cock — slip between my pale legs.
“I’m going to ruin you,” Mac spluttered, trying to move his legs into a power stance, but in actuality looking like a shaking dog.
Tate chuckled and took my hand in his. “I’d like to see you try.”
Together, we walked out of the room and into our new life together.
CHAPTER 31
Kiki
AS SOON AS we passed through the doors of RES and into the warm Vegas air, I collapsed into Tate’s arms, my legs suddenly weak from the stress of the past few hours.
“You love me, huh?” I laughed into his lapel, scrunching my hands in the fabric.
“Don’t sound so surprised. And, hey, feel free to say that it’s mutual.”
I pulled back, just enough to get a good look in his bright blue eyes.
“You already know it is.”
He smiled, mighty pleased with himself, and dove in for a long, hard kiss. A few people around us whistled and clapped, perhaps mistaking us for a newly engaged couple. I couldn’t blame them — we looked like a perfect happily ever after, the waitress and the casino owner. It was a Cinderella story. And here I’d been, assuming fairy tales don’t happen.
“I called my car. It should be here in a moment or two,” Tate told me, never taking his hands off the small of my back.
“Where are we going?” I asked, not really caring about the answer.
“Anywhere you like.”
He took my hand once more and led me through the crowds of visitors outside RES, to a long, black stretch limo that idled on the curb. I recognized the limo from our last little trip. Was I just gonna become the kind of girl who traveled everywhere in limos from here on out?
Don’t get ahead of yourself, I thought. This could all evaporate in a moment.
But even as the thought crossed my mind, I knew it wasn’t true. The connection between us had been real from the very first moment I laid eyes on Tate — even if I’d been too stubborn to say as much. I wasn’t going to make the mistake of letting pride get in my way again. Love was too important to throw it away on a silly thing like that.
Tate held open the door for me and I climbed inside, my body brushing past his. The time we’d spent apart had only made me lust for him more. Although I’d been the one to push him away, I’d passed every intervening minute thinking about him inside me, thrusting deeper and bringing me to climax.
He got in and closed the door, taking the seat across from me so that our knees were touching.
“Tate?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think I can wait until we get back to your place. You know what I mean?”
He grinned, and hungrily licked his lips. “I believe I do.”
Tate took a remote and rolled down the window between us and the driver.
“Where to, sir?”
Tate’s eyes flicked to me and then replied, “Just keep driving around the block.”
The man stifled a knowing laugh, but agreed. Tate rolled the window back up, setting the remote behind him.
“Now, where were we?”
In a split second, I had moved across the tiny aisle separating us and flung myself onto Tate’s lap, spreading my thighs wide apart as I ground onto his lap. He was already hard and ready. I could feel his cock, needy beneath me.
“Do you want me?” I purred as I moved up and down, gyrating in his lap.
“Always.”
I was undressed in a moment, clothes flying this way and that as though a fairy godmother had magicked them off my body. I took Tate’s tie in my hands and slid it off his neck and around mine, making him laugh.
“It looks better on you than it does on me,” he observed. “I’d tie you up, but I think you’ve had enough of that for today.”
We both guffawed at this, doubling over at the waist. But I wouldn’t be distracted from my mission for long — I returned to his shirt, unbuttoning each button with methodical practice until I’d revealed his bulging chest.
“God, you’re hot,” I moaned, sliding my fingers across his carved surface, wanted to lick every inch of him.
