Page 5 of Hard Luck (Blackstone House)

It wasn’t a complete lie. I’d had a hand in many of them.

“Wow. Sorry the international relations thing didn’t work out.”

“Don’t be. My job means I can touch many lives.” I braced my hands on his abs and nestled his cock between my thighs. “What’s your story? There’s not much water in Vegas.”

Not unless you counted Lake Mead, and that dried up more every year. Sin was starting to worry that the shitty little pimp she’d tossed into the middle several years ago would resurface.

Cole heaved out the longest sigh. “I’m currently reevaluating my life. You ever been at a crossroads where you don’t know which road to take?”

Yes, but I refused to discuss it with a stranger. I wasn’t a damn therapist. I’d come here for sex, not to dispense career advice or listen as a man I barely knew bemoaned his poor life choices.

“Map-reading is a skill I never mastered.” I tore open the foil and covered up his impressive equipment. “But I can promise to take your mind off the decision.”

Damn, his cock was perfect. Not so long that it poked me in the uterus, thick enough for a delicious stretch. Tulsa had given Dusk a Clone-a-Willy kit for Christmas, and for a brief moment, I considered slipping the emergency ketamine shot out of my purse and borrowing it. How long would it take me to get home and back?

Bad Jezebel.

Cole gripped my hips, and I found my rhythm, sliding all the way up his shaft and angling my pelvis so the head hit exactly the right spot when I dropped back down. I was so damn slick the thing freaking glided.

“Fuck, Bella,” he choked out, his breathing erratic.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“You’re so bossy.”

“And?”

“And I like it.” He sounded surprised.

Cole moved his hands to my breasts, cupping them and then squeezing hard enough to send electricity zapping to my clit. I threw my head back as he stroked with his thumbs. My nipples were sensitive, always had been, and his touch was hard enough to make me moan.

“Give it all to me,” I demanded. “Every fucking inch.”

He thrust his hips up to meet me, and our gazes locked, his forehead sheened with sweat. Usually, my favourite position was reverse cowgirl so I didn’t need to look at a man’s face, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

“You feel so fucking good,” I told him, and it was true. Cole wasn’t particularly adventurous, but I’d always pick vanilla with a few sprinkles over a power struggle with a wannabe dom. My tastes were particular. I liked a little kink, but I didn’t enjoy being told what to do.

He sat up to kiss me, arms wrapped around my waist as I ground on him to the hilt. I wasn’t far off now, and I knew, I just fuckingknew, that I’d made a mistake tonight. Cole Gallagher was going to ruin me.

“Are you close?” I whispered.

“Waiting for you.”

The orgasm steamrollered through me, and I muffled my cries against his neck, my walls clenching as his cock jerked and released. And for the briefest moment, I wondered what it would be like to be normal. To be a writer or an accountant or a waitress with a modest house and a husband to come home to each night, instead of spending my life plotting death and destruction.

Boring, probably.

Cole kissed me deeply, and I felt myself getting pulled to a place I didn’t want to go. Feelings were as dangerous as bullets for a woman like me, and I’d already paid the price once. Instead, I slid back and offered a reluctant smile.

“You okay?” he asked.

No.

“I owe you a blow job.”

“You won the bet.”

“We both knew I would, and it’s only fair that I get to taste you too.”

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