Page 139 of Menace in Vegas

She digs her nails into my shoulders.

I slam into her harder. Deeper.

Her moans echo off the walls, raw and desperate.

She clings to me like she’ll fall apart otherwise.

My hands grip her hips, anchoring her to me as I move. Hard and deep, every stroke a claim.

The water sloshes over the edge, but I don’t care. I’m buried in my wife, and nothing else exists.

Her lips find mine again, messy and frantic. Her thighs tighten around me, heels digging into my back.

“Harder,” she pleads.

I growl, slamming into her, giving her exactly what she wants.

“Look at me,” I growl. “I want to see you come.”

Her eyes lock with mine, and she unravels. Body shaking. Mouth open. Screaming my name.

I follow her over the edge, thrusting deep, spilling into her with a guttural growl.

“Mine,” I pant. “Fucking mine.”

We collapse into the water, tangled and shaking.

Steam rises around us. The only sound is her breath and mine.

“We’re going to break this damn jacuzzi.” Her laugh is soft and sinful in my ear.

I kiss her jaw. “Then we’ll buy the hotel a new one.”

She turns her head. “Connor Byrns. Rich menace. Husband. Sex god.”

I grin.

This night is only the beginning.

And I’m never letting her go.

57

ALLISON

The water laps around us, but it’s not what’s drowning me.

It’s him.

My husband.

His presence.

His intensity.

The way his raw, unfiltered need coils around me like a riptide, pulling me under.

Connor stares at me, dripping wet, jaw clenched, lashes beaded with water. His mouth is parted like he’s on the edge of saying something that will either break me or brand me.

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