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He was thrilled that he was two for two. “Yep. I once did a stunt where I had to fall out of one of the top cars. They had to close the ride down for guests for a few hours, and everyone was getting pissed when the director made me do a second take.”
“My God, I can’t believe you’d purposely fall out from so high! You could have killed yourself.”
“Naw. We take a lot of precautions. That was one of my tamer stunts, honestly. Now… back to the question at hand. Let me see that little paper in your hand, young lady.”
Her blue eyes widened at his term of endearment, sending a signal straight to his cock.
Reagan Murphy liked to be called a young lady.
He hoped to have the chance to see how she reacted to being his good girl… or better yet… his naughty girl.
Elijah shook his head. He was getting ahead of himself. But he didn’t hide his grin when she flipped the paper over to expose the words FERRIS WHEEL.
“I’m two for two! I may get my bonus after all,” he said, letting himself get excited.
“You won’t get the last guess right,” she said, sounding confident.
“We’ll see, won’t we? Let’s turn our papers over at the same time and we’ll see if I have earned my bonus or not.”
He held his breath as he flipped the paper over. There was so much more than just a date on the line this time, because he knew if he guessed the third activity, the words on his bonus sheet would change everything between them.
The couple locked eyes for a few long seconds. Reagan broke the gaze first, glancing down and calling out a loud, “No way!”
Elijah’s cock instantly turned to rock—not because both of their papers had CIRQUE DE SOLIEL on them—but because he knew that in just a few minutes Reagan would read the final paper between them. It was a risk. Should he pull it back? He didn’t want to risk ruining the fun day they had in front of them.
Don’t be a pussy, Keaton. You’ve lived your life on the edge, so let it ride.
Reagan was shaking her head, impressed at his guesses. “You had to cheat!” she accused.
“You know I didn’t,” he deadpanned, taking the last swig of his coffee.
“So, what’s on that bonus paper?” she asked, looking nervous.
“I think you should pick it up and read it for yourself,” he grinned before adding. “I’ll just sit over here and watch you blush as you do.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
REAGAN
Holy moly, Elijah had surprised her in every way.
That he’d guessed the top things she wanted to do while in town was amazing enough, but since there weren’t that many things to do in the city of sin other than gamble, those could have just been lucky guesses.
But as she reread what he’d written on the bonus paper for the third time, she realized she was holding her breath.
She read it again.
GIVE REAGAN A DOZEN ORGASMS
“You can’t avoid looking at me forever, you know,” he teased her.
“Sure, I can,” she answered, looking to her lap, still unsure how to feel. They barely knew each other, so the words were scandalous, but they were in Vegas, where debauchery was business as usual. As her mind raced, trying to understand the implications of his suggestion, she waited to feel angry or upset, but those emotions didn’t come.
Finally looking up into Elijah’s now serious gaze, Reagan added, “This sounds more like a gift for me than you, and my birthday isn’t until December.”
“Oh, trust me…” His playful grin was back. “It’d make my day if you’d give me the honor of watching you come again and again.”
“Once again, you seem pretty sure of yourself there, Mr. Keaton,” she teased. Except she somehow knew he wasn’t making promises he couldn’t keep. He may have a few years on her, but based on the self-assurance he’d exhibited since their chance meeting, Reagan suspected he’d used those years to perfect taking care of a woman’s needs.
