Page 78 of Menace in Vegas

Connor’s body is wrapped around mine like a blanket made of sin. One arm slung heavy over my waist. His chest warm against my back. His breath skims my shoulder, slow and steady.

I should panic.

I should leap out of bed and sprint for the door.

But I don’t.

I just… lie here, letting myself feel it.

I let myself pretend—just for a second—that this isn’t the worst idea I’ve ever had.

But then it all comes crashing back.

His hands. His mouth. His voice in my ear. The way he made me beg. The way Ilikedbegging.

Heat flushes through my entire body.

Oh. My. God.

I need to get up. I need to move. I need to?—

His arm tightens around my waist.

“You’re thinking too hard, baby," he murmurs, voice rough and lazy, like heknewI’d wake up spiraling.

I squeeze my eyes shut. "Let me go."

He chuckles. "Not happening, wife."

I shove at his arm.

He doesn’t budge.

“Connor, I swear to God?—"

“You swear to God what?" His lips graze my shoulder. “You gonna pretend last night didn’t happen?”

“Yes,” I grind out.

“You gonna pretend you didn’t love every second of it?"

“Yes!”

His low, cocky laugh burns me from the inside out. “You gonna pretend I didn’t come inside you... over and over again... with nothing between us?”

His hand moves between my legs, rubbing the evidence of everything we did.

I freeze.

“Yes,” I whisper, voice trembling.

He presses a kiss to my neck. "Then why are you still in bed, baby?"

With the panic of someone caught in the act, I fling the covers off and lurch out of bed.

My legs are wobbly.

I trip over the sheet, almost face-plant into the floor, but manage to claw my way to my clothes.

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