Page 138 of Menace in Vegas

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The penthouse suite is insane.Floor-to-ceiling windows. A jacuzzi. A bed so big I could lose my wife in it.

She twirls in the center of the room, arms stretched wide. “Okay, this was worth it.”

I stalk toward her, eyes locked. “I’m glad you think so.”

She pauses. “Why do you sound like?—”

I throw her over my shoulder and head straight for the jacuzzi.

“Connor!” she shrieks, pounding on my back. “Don’t youdare?—”

Too late.

We both go in, fully clothed.

She surfaces, gasping. “How is the waterhot already?”

She stops when she sees my face.

“You’re dead.”

I grin. “Had Gram heat it up while we danced.”

I crowd her against the wall. Her breath catches.

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

Her voice is barely a whisper. “Feel what?”

“This thing between us. It’s never gonna burn out.”

Her lips part. “I feel it. And you’re right. It won’t.”

I kiss her slowly. Deep. Possessive.

Her legs wrap around me, soaked clothes clinging like a second skin.

The heat of the water is nothing compared to the fire igniting between us.

My hands slide up her thighs, gripping her like I’ll never let her go.

She moans, back arching. “Connor…”

I growl. “Take it off.”

She does.

I tear off my shirt and her bra with one motion. Her panties follow next, soaked and useless. My pants and boxers are next.

My fingers slide between her thighs. She gasps.

“You’re soaked,” I rasp. “And not just from the water.”

She’s trembling when I lift her higher and thrust into her.

One stroke and we both lose it.

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