Page 83 of The Vegas Lie


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“No.” She shook her head, the playfulness and weightlessness in her demeanor no longer present. “Never.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Was it for a long time?”

“Two and half years.”

She grimaced. “Shit.”

In a few steps, his hand was at the small of her back. “Are you okay?”

“Weird chest pain, but I’m okay. I’m ready. Three months. I’ll text Miguel. Want me to let Davis know?”

“You already know I don’t.”

“Possessiveness can be terrifying.”

“Only if you’re afraid of me.” He leaned closer. “I don’t have to spell it out. You know there’s only one way I want to hurt you.”

“Break my heart?”

He frowned. “I’d never break your heart.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“No, Raina. I adore you.” Suddenly uncomfortable, he released her and started for the garage door. “I’ll inform Davis.”

“Wait.” She grabbed his wrist. “Wait a second.”

She swiped her thumb along her bottom lip and then swiped it along his. Then she took his hands and mussed up her hair.

“What are you doing?”

She slackened his tie.

Unhooked the button on her jeans.

“Making it look like you needed some convincing,” she said.

“Or I could kiss you.”

“Go get me a house, husband.” She swatted him on the butt. “Make your wife happy.”

He reached around her using his left hand, cupped her ass, and dragged her up against him. “Just so you know,” he placed his lips so close to her ear, they brushed the stud in her earlobe, “by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be greeting me at the door on your knees…bunny.”

She kissed his jaw.

He stopped breathing.

The kisses continued, moving from his jaw to his cheekbone, his head turning as if on a swivel. Then their eyes met, and he prayed she didn’t see what he hoped she couldn’t see in his eyes.

Their lips brushed.

The air in his lungs returned.

“Thank you, baby,” she said. “I honestly love this house.”

Reluctantly, he released her and headed outside.

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