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“Oh, that poor girl,” Carla said as she sat on the couch next to Rylee drinking wine. “Well, absolutely we should get her over here for dinner. Or we could take her out for a night on the strip that she won’t remember and while we’re at it, we can help her forget her sleazy ex.”

Rylee tensed at that suggestion. Memphis definitely wouldn’t be OK with partying on the strip right now. But Carla didn’t know about the threatening text.

“Maybe we should go for a quiet night here. We can drink and talk shit, but Kimberly is from a high society family from what I understand. If she gets drunk on the strip, we’ll have tabloids following us.”

Carla waved her hand. “Please. It’s the strip. Tourists are everywhere. We can hide in plain sight.”

“I’ll have to talk to Memphis, but I’m sure he’ll say no.”

Carla lifted an eyebrow. “I know you said you’re doing the Dom/sub thing with him but asking for permission to go out is a little much isn’t it? Makes it seem more like he’s your daddy than your Dom.”

Rylee shuddered. “Do not call him my daddy. That is definitely not my kink.” She drew in a deep breath. “It’s not just the Dom/sub thing. I got a scary text from an unknown number threatening me. I think he would feel better if I stay here. Or go places with him and a team of security.”

Carla whistled. “OK. That makes more sense.” She shoved Rylee in the shoulder. “Why wouldn’t you just say that. And speaking of your man, where is he?”

He’d gone into his office to make some phone calls with a promise to return as soon as he could to take them for dinner. Before he’d left, he asked about the possibility of having Kimberly join them.

“He’s working. I’m sure he’ll be done soon.” Rylee shifted on the couch and winced. Sex against a tree had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now her back was all scratched up. Though she had to admit she enjoyed the memories that flooded her every time she moved. He’d been harsh, dominant, even crude. And she’d loved every fucking minute of it.

The subject of her thoughts strode into the room, looking exhausted and somehow powerful at the same time. His intense eyes bored into her and she could tell he was imagining stripping her clothing from her again. What was it about that stare? She instantly felt her arousal and if Carla hadn't been there, she would have begged him to take her right there in the livingroom.

"Have you ladies decided what's for dinner?" he asked as he dropped onto the couch next to Rylee and kissed her cheek. She nuzzled into him, enjoying the feel of his beard against her skin.

"I wanted to get Kimberly drunk and find her a male escort on the strip, but Rylee said no."

Memphis nuzzled her neck and sent a shudder through her. "Rylee's a good girl," he murmured in her ear. The husky, sensual tone of his voice nearly made her whimper.

"I'll send a car for Kimberly if you really want to have a girls’ night. I would feel better if you do it here though. No male escorts either. Or female for that matter," he said with a wink. "We need to keep our circle tight for a few more days." He cleared his throat and stood, shoving his hand in his pocket. "Rylee, can I talk to you for a sec?"

She stood and followed him into the kitchen.

"You seem nervous. What's going on?" Rylee asked as he leaned against the counter and crossed and uncrossed his ankles.

He scratched at his beard. "I need to go back to Arizona. But I just got a call I've been waiting on. Your tournament has been rescheduled. You should be getting an email or a phone call soon. How would you feel about staying here for that. I'll come join you when I'm done in Arizona or you can come to me if I'm not done by the time your tournament is over."

Rylee stared at him. "What did you do to get my tournament rescheduled?"

He smiled. "I just pulled some strings and got it moved to a new venue. It's still being sponsored by Caesar's Palace, but they've agreed to a convention center venue in another property with their branding everywhere."

Rylee smiled. "That was sweet of you, but you didn't have to do that."

He looked away and shifted from side to side. "Look. I'm a bastard. I love you and I want you all to myself. If I had my way, I would have you naked and waiting for me at home always. But I know that's unreasonable and just a fantasy. I guess I'm just trying to show you that a life with me won't be that for you."

"But you'll still own me, right?"

He grinned and locked his gaze on hers again. "Yes, Ace. You're mine. And you won't forget it. I'll send you to tournaments with a plug in your ass and my collar around your neck if I need to just to remind you you're mine. But I want you to thrive and be happy."

Rylee threw her arms around him and kissed him hard. "I love you, Memphis. I don't know how I got so lucky, but I'm glad I did."

He smiled and pulled her to him. "I love you, Rylee. Now let's figure out dinner and getting our friends drunk," he said with a wink.

Rylee giggled and watched as he pulled out his phone and called to have a car pick up Kimberly. The way he threw orders around would be unnerving to some, but for Rylee it just made her panties wet. Watching him wield his considerable power over his business, and over her was the ultimate aphrodisiac, and she hoped to experience it for a long time.

Next, Memphis called and ordered dinner from yet another high-end Vegas restaurant. He'd offered to take them out with security, but Rylee knew Carla and she would not be able to resist trying to drag them to a night club or some other Vegas place. They could stay in tonight.

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