Page 44 of Vengeful Vows

I certainly hope not.

Bree comes out of the bathroom wearing a cocktail gown, deep green with sequins all over it, and it brings out the green in her eyes. It falls just a few inches above her knees, but it’s backless with a plunging neckline.

“God, did you only bring clothes that make you look like a supermodel?” I ask, only slightly irritated.

She laughs, tilting her head back with the force of it, and the sound of it makes the room feel brighter.

She takes my arm, slipping on a pair of black stilettos, and follows me out of the hotel room down to the ground floor, where we get into my car and head to the casino.

“We can spend the night here, if you like.”

“Yeah? Spend the night at Caesar’s Palace? I’d love to.”

Bree sounds excited, almost like a little kid, and I can’t help but smile at her.

“Whatever you want, princess.”

“I want to learn Blackjack.”

I snort. “I don’t think they’d like it if I taught you all my tricks on the floor, but you can watch me play for a bit.”

“And then we can go to the slot machines?”

I nod, putting an arm around her waist and leading her into the casino.

It’s huge, of course, lights everywhere, the slot machines whirring and dinging and bells ringing. It’s raucous at this time of night, too, and Bree’s eyes widen as she looks around at the marble floors and each table.

I take her slowly to the Blackjack table, and she stands next to me as they deal my cards. She looks at the cards with me, humming in the back of her throat, and when I win four rounds in a row, the dealer starts to look a little antsy.

I hold up my hands, stepping away. “Just a lucky streak.”

“Do you cheat?” Bree whispers in my ear, and I clamp my hand over her mouth.

“No, but you don’t say that in a casino.” My tone is low, and she closes her mouth, going silent until we make it to the slot machines.

“I still have no idea how to play Blackjack,” she says. “But I know how to play slots.”

I laugh and sit next to her, ordering us a couple of drinks. She has a taste for Moscow Mules, it turns out, and I’m more of a beer and wine person.

She pulls down the slot arm and frowns. Then I put her arm back on it, rolling it again with her, and it pays out two hundred dollars, spitting quarters everywhere.

Bree squeals and takes the ticket claim, and I take it to the cashout area. I’ve won ten grand myself, in four hands, and with her two hundred, we have more than enough to entertain us.

“How about this—we use this to gamble with for the rest of the trip, and whatever we win, you can keep?”

She looks up at me, her eyes wide. “Really?”

“Really.” I lean down to kiss her temple, grinning at her exuberance.

She grabs my face and kisses me.

I grab her around the waist, kissing her back deeply, and when she starts to melt against me, I pull away.

“Tease,” she accuses, but then I put her against the wall of the elevator, kissing down her throat, popping a nipple into my mouth through the fabric of her dress.

As soon as we enter our room, I pick her up and fuck her right there, against the wall, and when I carry her to bed, she puts her head on my shoulder.

My heart starts to race, but I tell myself it’s just the excitement of the night.

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