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Almost.
"Come for me, baby," he breathes. The tension in my sex winds tighter and tighter. So tight I can't take it.
Then tighter.
Almost—
There.
My world goes white as I come.
It's perfect, pure, blinding pleasure.
His body and mine and every bit of trust and need in the world.
My sex pulses, sending bliss through my pelvis, stomach, limbs.
I groan his name as I come.
He works me through my orgasm. Then he turns the toy off and slips it in his pocket. "That's the best thing I've ever heard."
My response is a messy collection of vowels.
"We have to go." He helps me into my dress. Then my panties. "But I'm not even close to done with you."
Chapter Twenty-Three
Juliette
"Perfect." I wrap my hand around the massive plastic container. It's over a foot tall and shaped like a… like The Stratosphere Hotel.
"Not till you get your lips around it." Griff takes his credit card from the bartender.
Said bartender shoots us a curious look, but he doesn't say anything.
Maybe it's weird ordering a gallon of alcohol this late at night.
But this is Vegas.
Drunk fools are par for the course.
"Does he have an attitude?" I whisper to Griff.
Griff's eyes flit to the bartender. "Yeah."
"I knew it."
"He wants to be that souvenir cup." His fingers brush mine.
I am holding the cup like it's a dick. But that's the only way to hold a cup with this girth. "He's not looking at me like that."
"Maybe I'm mixing things up." He leans in close enough to whisper. "Maybe I'm the one that wants to be that cup."
My cheeks flush.
"Or that straw."
Fuck, it's impossible to wrap my lips around said straw. It's a thick plastic thing. Not nearly as thick as, ahem… It's really more like a finger. As thick as a finger. I mean… fuck.
