Page 103 of The Vegas Lie


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“Lucas…” She rode him harder when she felt the tightness build, felt the tug in her belly. “I’m close.”

He sat up, pulled a nipple into his mouth, and drove into her from below. She met him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust, her fingers and his hardness steadily drawing the sensation to a peak.

At the same time her climax hit, he kissed her. She cried his name, and he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her lips down onto his, both their bodies going rigid.

She pulsed around his shaft.

He throbbed against her walls.

This time, they didn’t collapse. Instead, they kissed. Smiled and kissed. Laughed and kissed. Held each other and brushed lips, tangled tongues, flicked noses, and nibbled on earlobes.

Three hours later, they climbed into bed. Three minutes after they climbed into bed, he flipped her onto her belly, and she grabbed the bottom edge of the headboard in silent surrender.

* * *

The next morning, she woke up tender, achy, sore, and satisfied.

And alone.

“Lucas?” She rose onto her elbows. “Baby, are you in the bathroom?”

He entered the bedroom carrying a wooden tray. On the surface sat two plates filled with pancakes, hash browns, small dishes of fresh fruit, avocado slices, Field Roast sausages, and empty glass mugs.

“What’s all this?” she asked, sitting up, the covers wrapped around her.

“Breakfast.” He set the tray over her lap and then leaned over, pressing three soft kisses against her lips. “I still have to grab coffee and juice.”

She tilted her chin, and he kissed her again, holding each kiss longer, which caused her to smile each time their lips came together.

“Orange or cranberry juice?” he asked.

“Cranberry.”

“Feel free to start eating.”

“I’ll wait for you,” she said. “I like this mood you’re in. I want to bask in it.”

“I had a good night last night.” He walked backward to the door. “I’ve had this fantasy before.”

“Of what? Sexing me to sleep?”

“Well, that, yeah. And then bringing you breakfast.”

She grinned. “I love breakfast.”

“I knew you would.”

“Hurry back, Dr. Saraci.”

“Will do.”

ChapterNineteen

Once was all it took.

Every day since then, sometimes multiple times a day, he was inside Raina. When he wasn’t inside Raina, he thought about being inside her.

In public, he kissed her, held her, smoothed her hair, and smiled with his lips pressed to her forehead. In private, he ate her pussy until his tongue begged for mercy, thrust inside her mouth until she gagged, and they made love, had sex, and fucked until they were sore, her in many, many places. Now, she was out of town for a week, and he was barely hanging on by a thread.

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