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“Oh right. You want to fuck me,” I say, laughing like it’s a joke.
“Among other things.”
“Are we seriously having this conversation? Or are you messing with me because you think I won’t remember any of this?”
He steps toward me and holds my face. “I want you sober enough to remember every thrust of my cock into your cunt.”
I drop the water.
Smiling, he picks it up then grabs a hand towel to dab up the spill. “You like the sound of that, brat?”
“You do realize this is Las Vegas. Prostitution is legal. If you just want to get off—”
Standing to his full height, he backs me against the refrigerator. “I don’t pay for sex.”
I bet women pay him. I mentally calculate how much is in my savings account. Is it still unethical to sleep with opposing counsel if I pay him?
“Then go find some drunk bachelorette in a casino.” Sobered up, I tap on his chest hoping he’ll back up.
But my fingers bounce off of two rock-hard pecs.
Jesus frigging Christ.
“Not my jam.”
“Then…” I raise my finger and it lands on his mouth.
Grabbing my hand, he purses his lush lips. “Stranger fucking doesn’t interest me. I’d much rather get off on a smart-as-fuck woman with a mouth built for sin.”
I swallow thickly. “I was the prosecutor assigned to your brother’s case. A case I dismissed. You banging me may be seen as…” I think. “What could happen?”
“Besides my cock unloading into your cunt until we’re both lost in sweet oblivion?”
“Why me?” I whisper, leaning against my kitchen pantry. “Surely, you’d rather screw some skinny, model-like woman.”
I’ve always been on the heavy side, full breasts, round hips, and a big butt. Men here in Sin City don’t see me. They see through me because I’m not a size 0.
Eoghan, however, is tall and broad. He’s nearly twice as wide as me. Maybe to him, I am small.
“This.” He holds my face. “These haunting hazel eyes and your pink lips made my cock stiff the moment I saw you.” His eyes flitter down my body. “I don’t care if you come with a few extra pounds. I want to run my hands over every sexy inch of you.”
My brain fights to stay solid, but his words liquify my resistance.
He lives in New York.
He’s going back.
I’ll never see him again.
He wants me. And I want to rid myself of this virginity.
Licking my lips, I say, “You said something about fucking me?”
CHAPTER FIVE
Jillian
Eoghan’s bright blue eyes stare at me. My soul feels like it’s left my body, swirling above, and smiling at me from the kitchen ceiling.
