Page 64 of It Happened in Vegas

Her mouth twitched like she wanted to smile, but wasn’t sure if she should. “I didn’t plan it, Keaton. None of it. It just happened.”

I leaned in close, brushing my lips against hers. “I’m glad it did.”

“And cut!” Melanie called. “Perfect mix of sweetness and drama.” She praised us for once. Which had me suspicious of her. “Not bad. Now we’ll get some photos and B-roll footage of both of you at work, plus some hometown footage from Holly Creek.”

“That’s it? Do you think she’s hiding something else she intends to attack us with later?” Sophie muttered as we stood.

“Probably. But let’s focus on the moment—and deal with Melanie’s surprises another time,” I said. I was more concerned with getting my wife into my office.

Once the crew left, I gave specific instructions to Jessa to leave us alone for at least an hour. She shook her head and muttered how she didn’t get paid enough to work while the boss got busy with his wife.

“I’m about due for a raise, you know,” she yelled after us and laughed.

I locked us in my office. Her hand curled around my neck, pulling me to her. The kiss became urgent, deep, and hungry.It was all an act in front of the cameras, but the rest of this was very real. I pressed her against the back of the door and kissed her until she forgot her own name.

“Mm. Keaton. Good boy. Now it’s time for your reward. Have a peek under my dress.” She bit her lip and didn’t have to beg.

Without losing eye contact, my hands caressed up her thighs and reached her core and—felt nothing. No scraps of fabric or strings or thongs. “Fuck me. You went into this interview with no panties on?”

“Hm-hmm. Surprised?”

“Pleasantly. Do you know I have a fantasy about taking you on top of my desk?”

“What’s stopping you?”

I cupped the back of her neck, slammed my lips on hers, and backed us up to my desk. “Yes, baby. Lean over. I’m going to give it to you so good.”

When she did, I flipped her skirt up, revealing her perfect, curvaceous ass. I caressed every inch of her creamy skin. My cock pulsed as I stepped in behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other sliding down to tease where she was already slick and ready for me, moaning and responsive to my touch.

I unzipped, letting my pants fall to the floor, and slid the head of my cock between her folds, coating myself in her heat. Then I froze.

“Dammit, I forgot to replenish the condom in my wallet.”

A funny guffaw escaped her lips. “Good to know you don’t keep any in the office. I’m on the pill, Keaton. We can go without.”

I offered a silent prayer to the hops gods for this woman. “You sure, Mrs. Kingston?”

“Oh yes, Mr. Kingston.” Her voice was thick with want.

“You’re going to ruin me.”

She looked over her shoulder, flushed and breathless, a wicked little smile on her lips. “That’s the plan.”

That was all I needed.

I sank in, slow and deep, her tight walls welcoming me completely. The way her hands gripped the edge of the desk brought me secret pleasure. Without a barrier between us, we became even more intimately familiar.

The desk creaked beneath us, my hips finding a punishing rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. Her moans turned raw and ragged.

Every sound she made, every time she gasped my name—it all chipped away at the line between pretend and real.

“So tight. So mine,” I growled, reaching around to circle her clit.

“Yours,” she gasped, rocking back to meet each thrust. “God, Keaton, don’t stop,” she begged.

We burned together like a wildfire, too far gone to let anything snuff us out. No other care in the world but our connection. And when she shattered around me, crying out my name, I followed right after—spilling into her with a groan that shook loose every doubt I’d ever had about us.

For a long moment, we simply clung to each other, breathless and trembling. I’d never been so satisfied—never felt another woman like this. What was Sophie doing to me—consciously or otherwise—ruining me forever from ever wanting another?

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