Page 198 of Menace in Vegas

Then he whispers, “You’re not coming on my fingers.”

I gasp as he pulls away, then thrusts his cock inside me, deep and hard.

“Connor—fuck.”

He stills. Holds me there.

Then smacks me again.

“Fuck me, wife. Show me how much you want me.” His voice lowers, a tremble of emotion in it. “How much you love me.”

I grin, moving my hips, grinding down on him.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Take my cock. Use it. Fuck the fear away.”

His hand clamps over my breast, pinching my nipple.

“You’re safe now,” he breathes. “I’ve got you.”

Tears prick my eyes as I ride him harder.

He slaps my ass again. “Faster. Don’t stop until you break.”

I keep moving, focusing all my attention on my movements, even as I feel the tension coiling tighter in my lower belly.

“Conn—"

I shatter, crying out his name, pulsing around him.

He slams into me, chasing his release.

When he growls my name, trembling with need, I whisper, “Give me every drop.”

He does, slamming himself deep inside after the third thrust, his warm come filling me.

And when it’s over, he pulls me into his lap, sinking us into the water. Our breath mingles.

“The stars,” he says, pointing up. “They watched us through every mile, every moment.”

My breath catches as I stare at them, soaking in the warmth of the hot tub and my husband’s love.

He turns my face to his, his eyes fierce. “We’re written in the stars, baby.”

95

CONNOR

The airport is its usual brand of hell.

Long lines.

Fluorescent lights.

Everyone is either late, lost, or losing their minds.

Gram, of course, is being detained at security.

“I’m telling you,” she huffs, hands on her hips, “that’s not a weapon. It’s a massage wand.”

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