Page 49 of Hacker Betrayed

“My head is so foggy. My assistant sent me the info, hold on.” She skimmed through her text message. All I could watch was her damn lips. Tonight, I planned to have them wrapped around my cock. “Found it! The Little Neon Chapel.”

Thank fuck she didn’t say The Little Vegas Chapel. She swayed as I helped her to her feet. I pulled out five hundred-dollar bills and tossed them on the counter.

“Ma’am, you sure you don’t want me to call you a cab?”

Fucker. Except I couldn’t blame him. The woman had walked into the lion’s den.

“I’m fine, sir. In my field of work, I don’t have to worry about being kidnapped. Years ago, I had a small tracker embedded. Just so you know,” she looked at me, “if you try to remove it, my brother gets an alert. I’m sure they will track my ass if I don’t get to the venue. Ready, Thor?”

“More than you can imagine,” I mumbled under my breath.

My eyes were glued to her ass as we walked through the casino lobby. When we slipped into the back seat of the taxi, I couldn’t hold back as I pulled her into my arms.

She pressed her lips against mine. Fuck, she was even better than I imagined. Her tongue pressed against my lips as my hand roamed up her leg. She didn’t break the kiss when my hand cupped her ass under her dress. Jesus, the woman didn’t even have underwear on. I pulled back, and her little whimper made me smile. “Are you wet for me?”

Her eyes looked forward, but the cabby hadn’t paid us a lick of attention. I would tip him well when we got out. “Tell me, are you wet?”

“Yes.”

My finger slipped between her legs and slid through her folds. The woman’s head fell backward, and she moaned. This time the cabby caught my eye, but quickly looked forward. I pulled my fingers from her folds and put them in my mouth. “Tastes just like honey.”

“We’re here.”

I wanted to tell the guy to drive around the block again, but the sexy woman tossed cash into the front seat and pulled open the door.

A woman in a long white gown and a man stepped out of the small chapel. “So lucky. I’ll never find anyone to marry me.” I barely heard her.

“Or we could get married,” I joked.

She turned and smiled up at me. “I’ve never been one to take a risk. I also never thought someone would ever marry me. Would you really do it?”

“Sure. But your friends are getting married, so afterward.” Once she sobered up, she wouldn’t want to go through with it. At the moment, I didn’t want to see the woman sad.

I linked my fingers with hers. Not something I had ever done with a woman before. I almost wondered if she cast a spell on me when she slid up to the bar. We walked through the door, and only an Elvis stood behind the counter.

“Aren’t you two a happy couple? Let’s get the paperwork out for your wedding.”

“I’m here for my friend's wedding.”

He shook his head. “Sorry, darling, that was my last wedding for the day.”

My Honey Bear’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m missed the wedding.”

I wanted to do anything to make her smile. “Or we could get married.”

“I like the sound of that. All I need is your IDs and five hundred dollars. Unless you want the complete package with a ring,” Elvis helpfully offered. I looked at the giant ring, pointed to it, and handed my card over. Tomorrow we could figure out how to undo our wedding vows, but for tonight I wanted to make her happy.

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Cara Renolds

“Stop pounding,” I pulled the blankets over my head.

“Jesus Christ, who the fuck is at the door?” An incredibly sexy voice came from the other side of the bed.

I peeked out the top of the blanket, and a man with striking green eyes and light blond hair smiled at me. I got lost in his gaze. I’d forgotten about the pounding until the door flew open. “Cara!”

Great, my brothers. I sat up to kick them out of my room, and the blanket fell down my body.

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