Page 11 of Hot Cops

“All he would tell me is that Trev checked out last night. Probably broke a rule telling me that much, but I mentioned the worried, pregnant wife.”

“Wonder if he was still with Bella when he left.”

“I suppose we could try to track down the clerk on duty last night, see if he remembers anything Trev said when he checked out. If Bella was still with him, I sort of think the clerk would remember.”

“Why’s that?” she asked.

“Bella makes quite an impression. She’s sort of…” Aaron gestured with his hands in front of his chest.

“Stacked?” Riley asked and he nodded.

“Oh hell yeah,” he said, so reverently she rolled her eyes.

“What is it with guys and big boobs? They’re just fat and skin.”

Aaron shrugged. “They’re fun to play with.”

“Let’s roll. The sooner we find Trev, the sooner we can straighten out this marriage mess we’re in. And for the record, I don’t appreciate you telling Jo we’re married. You know what a gossip she is. She’s probably already called half of Baltimore with the news. My family will freak.”

“Wearemarried, Riley, and the only problem we need to correct is the lack of honeymoon boom-boom.”

“Oh, that’s very funny. What are you, three years old?”

As she reached to open the door, she was surprised when Aaron turned her and pushed her against it forcefully. He pressed his body against hers and in an instant she felt the arousal she’d only just managed to beat down come surging to the surface again. It seemed that with one firm touch or heated look, he could drive her to the brink of an orgasm. Jesus, she felt as if she were with two different men. One was her familiar best friend, while the other was a hot, dominant stranger who made her want to do all sorts of nasty, naughty things.

“Wearegoing to have a honeymoon, Riley. Make no mistake about it. When we come back to this room, I’m going to lay you across that bed and come inside that sweet body of yours until we both pass out from exhaustion. Got it?” He punctuated his question with a hard, quick kiss that took her breath away.

When he stepped away, he’d turned back into her affable, easygoing friend once more. “Come on. Let’s go find Trev.”

CHAPTERTHREE

Riley and Aarontook a quick cruise through the slot machines in the hotel, hoping they’d get lucky and run in to Trevor.

“You realize finding Trev in Vegas is going to be harder than finding an all-you-can-eat buffet for under twenty bucks,” Riley grumbled.

“I know. Hey, there’s the dealer from your blackjack table last night. Let’s talk to him.”

“I played blackjack?”

Aaron chuckled. “You were winning too.”

“Oh yeah? Awesome.”

They approached the dealer and Aaron noticed the man recognized Riley right away. “Welcome back, Riley. Did you come to try your luck again?”

Riley shook her head, undaunted that the man knew her name. Riley was infamous for making friends everywhere she went, but Aaron was going to have a serious talk with her about her partying habits of late. Typically she knew how to have a good time and what her limits were. This weekend binge of hers drove home to him how depressed she must have been lately. She wasn’t usually quite so reckless.

“No. Actually I’m looking for Trevor, the guy I was with yesterday.”

“Ah, Bella’s date,” the dealer said.

She nodded. “Have you seen them lately?”

The man shook his head. “Not since last night. Your friend hit the jackpot on the Money Madness machine. After that, he and Bella took off.”

“He hit the jackpot?” Riley asked.

“One hundred grand.”

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