Page 79 of Menace in Vegas

He’s still in bed, lounging like a smug bastard. Naked, gorgeous, and grinning like he won the damn lottery.

“Stop looking at me like that!” I snap.

“Like what?” he asks innocently.

“Like youwon!”

He shrugs. “I did.”

I throw my shirt over my head like it’ll give me armor.

Then he says the one thing that breaks me in half.

“I won the best prize of all.” A heartbeat before he says, “You.”

My breath catches.

I turn for the door, desperate to escape this room, thisman, this feeling.

But he stops me.

One second, he’s in bed.

The next, he’s in front of me, cutting off my exit.

“Move,” I whisper.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he cages me against the door.

His body presses close, heat and scent and temptation in one lethal package.

He tilts my chin so my eyes are locked with his.

His voice is soft, final, lethal. “You can run, baby. But we both know you won’t get far.”

I shudder.

Because he’s right.

I don’t want to run.

I want to surrender.

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CONNOR

Allie hasn’t said a word.

She sits in the passenger seat, arms crossed, face turned toward the window, pretending last night didn’t happen. Like if she ignores me long enough, it’ll disappear.

She should know better by now.

I don’t let go of things.

Especially not her.

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