Page 12 of Sin City Lights

She pouted. Adam ignored it, then set down the razor and ran a palm over his jaw, leaning in and turning both ways to inspect his face.“Hand me that green bottle, would you?”

She looked and eyed his Hermès cologne, sitting on the black granite top of the second sink behind him.

“Sure thing. But first…” Her fingers hooked the edge of the towelright below his navel. One hard tug and the white terry hit the floor.

The next second, he was swiftly hardening in her expert hand.

His eyelids lowered.

“Oh my God,” she moaned.“Look at this big, beautiful cock.” She stroked, a master of her craft. Her thin fingers flew along his shaft, twisting, tugging back and forth, pausing to insist and press and tease in all the right places.

He turned to half-face her, allowing her better access. No one gave hand jobs better than Heather. His mind switched to the feel of Eve’s slender wrists imprisoned in his hand. How would she have worked him?

The mere thought turned him to insta-steel.

“Ooh. I see you missed me too.” Heather paused what she was doing just long enough to toss a clean towel at his feet, her other hand squeezing, never letting go.

She slid to her knees. Her free hand grabbed his ass.

OK, then, he wasn’t about to stop her. After this week, he needed this.

He braced one hand on the black marble vanity top. Her lips wrapped hotly around him, quickly taking him deep. He lowered his gaze and dispassionately watched her blow him, her lips reddening as she sucked harder, looking up at him with lusty pale gray eyes.

It felt good. He let his eyelids drift shut and let her do her thing. But the face that hovered at the edge of his consciousness as the sensations overtook him wasn’t Heather’s.

Eve

The Rolls-Royce smoothly glided toward the entrance of the brand-new, fifty-story Lark Hotel. Along the circular drive that led to the glass tower, a riot of fuchsia bougainvillea plantings rose ten feet in a splash of joyous color. Two massive walls of waterfalls bracketed the entry, the water sluicing over rippled slabs of rough white rock. The noise of cascading liquid competed with the sound of people, car horns, and bustling Las Vegas.

The car door opened, and Devon Thomason lithely stepped out, dark-haired and dashing in his tux, turning to offer Eve a hand.

He flashed her one of his dimpled grins, his green eyes regarding her with mischief.“Hurry up, Eve. There’s an open bar, and you could use a drink.”

Eve picked up the dark red clutch from her lap. It was one of her favorites, a sleek, slim satin roll encrusted in fire-faceted crystals. She’d picked it specifically to match the new dress. A wide gold and white crystal cuff completed the look.

She swiveled, knees together, gold peep-toe Jimmy Choos glimmering as she exited the car. Their four-inch height barely brought the top of her head to Devon’s broad shoulder.

She smiled up at him.“What makes you think I need a drink?”

He offered her his arm, his lips curving into a very charming smile.“I know a thing or two about you. The whole ride, you were somewhere else. Frowning too. Who do I need to beat up?”

“No one as of now, but I’ll be sure to let you know.”

She noted the brass airplane-shaped logos on the glass doors that parted with awhoosh, revealing the entry to the lobby the moment she and Devon stepped up.

It was like nothing she had ever seen. Huge, frameless windows soared to impossible heights, separated by undulating portions of shimmering sky-blue glass. The entire lobby was all glass and mirror-polished steel, but the rounded white leather sectionals looked so soft and inviting, they reminded her of clouds. Royal-blue area rugs added color.

The effect was airy and luxurious.

Devon’s eyes tracked to the top, where a huge starburst-shaped skylight glowed, illuminated in bright silver.“Nice, isn’t it?”

She nodded.“I’ll bet the sky view is gorgeous in the daytime.”

Their heels clicked on the polished white tile floors. Silver flecks twinkled on each porcelain square, and Eve thought of sprinkles of magical glitter.

At the reception, a massive fountain featured an opaque glass airplane, its sharp nose pointing skyward, the water effect shooting billows of mist out of its tail.

Devon grinned.“Now, that’s inspiring. Makes me a little hard.”

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