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“I think your money is on the fact I’ll tell you no.”

Inching closer, his mouth hovers against mine. “Try me.”

“Do it, then.” I’m never this brazen, but the look in his eyes, the blatant desire blazing in their depths, has caused me to throw any last vestiges of common sense out the window.

Tangling his hand in my hair, Ryder’s mouth claims me while his free hand pushes the robe from my shoulders.

Holy shit, he’s not kidding.

He’s also not stopping. His hand slides along my folds, and I moan into his mouth as he plunges two fingers inside me.

“So tight and wet. You want me, don’t you, Greer?” Adding a third finger to the mix, I bite back a groan, grinding against his hand, my naked body on full display.

“Yes.”

Sinking to his knees, Ryder buries his face between my thighs, his tongue teasing me open as I writhe against him. His hands slide up my legs to cup my ass, all the while his mouth eating me like I’m his favorite treat. I whimper, my hands holding his head in place as a low groan rises from his chest.

“Fuck, you’re delicious.”

When his tongue flicks against my clit, every cell in my body blasts apart at the same time, and I’m fairly certain the entire city hears my cries.

Ryder presses kisses to my thighs before standing, a satisfied smile on his face. Hey, the man earned it.

“That was spectacular,” I breathe, trying to slow my heart. “Where did you learn to do that? You know what? Don’t tell me.”

He presses his body against mine, and I’m tempted to yank down his shorts and return the favor. Let the world watch how quickly I make Ryder Gray come. He’s not the only one with hidden talents.

“You have the most delicious pussy in the world. I want to lick you several times a day.”

“Will I get to play, too?” I glide my fingers across his cock, earning a grunt of satisfaction.

Ryder frames my face, claiming my mouth and pulling me into a slow, intoxicating kiss. This man and his kisses. One for every mood.

My fingers loop into the waistband of his shorts, intent on finishing what we started, but Ryder stays my hands. “We’ll have plenty of playtime. But first, we have to hurry and get the hell out of here.”

My gaze narrows in confusion. “I thought check-out wasn’t until noon.”

“For us, it’s earlier, and that’s all I’m telling you. The rest is a surprise.” Ryder scoops me into his arms, littering kisses along my jaw, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he’s showing off my naked body to all of Vegas. “I promise, I’m all yours the second we land.”

“But—”

Ryder holds up a hand, slowing my verbal rebuttal. “I know you’re off work the next ten days. You mentioned a few times that you didn’t go back until the twentieth. Even claimed how you didn’t have plans. Now, you do.”

He can’t be serious, can he? “Where are we going?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Ryder responds with a wink. “Now go get packed.”

I’ll give it to Ryder. The man is incredible with surprises.

First, a private jet to Barbados.

Then, a ridiculously opulent private villa overlooking the ocean.

Finally, our own personal staff to attend to every whim, with the first order of business being a scrumptious dinner.

I’ve never experienced this level of grandeur before. Even the suites in Vegas pale compared to this palatial spread.

After the staff clears the dishes, reminding me that I don’thaveto clear the dishes, they excuse themselves for the evening, although they’re on call twenty-four hours per day. Who needs a cook at three in the morning? Apparently, the ultra-wealthy and important.

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