Page 107 of The Winslow Brothers

“They might,” I acknowledge and start to unbutton my shirt and shrug it off my shoulders. “But do you really think you’ll be thinking about that when my cock is inside you?”

Her cheeks flush red. “No. I can’t say that I will.”

“Precisely.” I unzip my jeans, letting them fall to the floor. “So, like I said before, it’s time to earn that first badge, baby.”

Sophie giggles, but also, she stands up and does exactly what I’m hoping she’ll do—gets naked with me.

And the second her perfect body is bare of any clothes, I stride right over to her and run my hands all over her silky-smooth skin.

Damn. She’s a fucking goddess.

I lift her up into my arms, wrapping her legs around my bare hips, and take her sweet mouth in a deep kiss.

It doesn’t take long before my cock is hard and she’s grinding against me, and I have no choice but to lead us over to the windows, set Sophie back to her feet, and press her tits up against the glass.

The view from behind her is…incredible. Her arms rest above her head, her thighs are spread, her back is arched, and her firm, perfect ass is lifted high in the air.

It’s so good that I have to give myself at least thirty seconds to just stand there and admire her while taking about a hundred mental pictures to store away for a later date.

But once the urge to slide inside her becomes too great to deny, I stalk toward her, put my hands on her hips, and guide my now condom-covered cock deep into her warmth.

She moans, wiggles her hips, and clenches her pussy around me.

And it all feels so intense that I have to let my head fall back and inhale a deep breath of oxygen into my lungs just to prevent myself from coming right on the spot.

Because the goal for this little Girl Scout isn’t about my orgasm. It’s abouthers.

Once I gain control, I start up a rhythm, and I relish the way Sophie just gives in to her pleasure. She’s not hesitant or holding back, and she sure as shit isn’t thinking about the fact that her naked body is pressed up against the windows that look out on to the Strip where hundreds of thousands of tourists could be milling about.

No.She just lives in this moment. And focuses on her pleasure.

It’s hot as hell, and for some insane reason, it makes a sense of pride widen my chest.

“Oh, sweet Sophie,” I whisper into her ear. “I gotta say, you’re the best damn Girl Scout I’ve ever met.”

A half whimper and giggle escape her pretty lips.

I push myself deeper and pick up my pace. “Get ready, baby, because you’re about to earn that first fucking badge.”

And damn, does she do just that.

Her orgasm doesn’t disappoint. It hits her hard and makes her pussy clench me so tight, I feel as if my balls might fucking explode.

This might be the best idea I’ve ever had.

Fuck yeah. Vegas just got a lot more fun now that Sophie the Girl Scout needs to earn herself somehella coolbadges.

Friday, March 23rd

Sophie

“If I go all in, does that mean I’m putting all my chips on the line?” I ask, my voice filled with the kind of innocence and naïveté to make the five men at this Texas Hold’em table inside the Venetian’s poker room practically lick their chops.

“Yeah, honey,” a guy with a black moustache, a bald head, and a thick Boston accent answers. “All in means you’re wagering all your money on the hand.”

“Oh, okay.” I nod and stare down at the stack of chips—worth twenty freaking thousand dollars—that Jude handed me before he went to his meeting.

Honestly, I about passed out when he put the clear plexiglass holder in my hands and said,“Have some fun, babe.”

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