Page 39 of Nothing Stays in Vegas

Even as she said it, the muscles surrounding him began to pulse. “You don’t have to wait,” he whispered, rocking his hips to deepen the penetration, rubbing her clit in a slow circle. Another needy pulse gripped him and Lara let out a tiny moan. It was the sexiest sound he’d ever heard. “Baby, I want to feel you come around me. I want to feel it while I’m buried deep inside of you.”

She nodded, her eyes fixed on him. Driving up again, he pushed her hi

ps down, trapping her clit between them in one long caress. Waves of throbbing heat engulfed him.

Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she bit down and clenched around him again, panting. “So good, you feel so good inside of me.” She cried out and he couldn’t wait any longer.

He dragged her up and down, in steady repetition, each time taking the contact harder, making her moan louder—grip him tighter with her pussy. Up and down, faster with every stroke, until Lara’s fingers dug into his shoulders and her body stiffened. Within, she gripped him with wave after searing wave of her climax, until his balls tightened and every nerve in his body screamed for release. Pumping hard, he buried his face between her breasts and let go with a muffled roar as he spilled his seed inside of her.

Time seemed to stop for him then. It was nearly the perfect moment. The woman he loved in his arms, his cock pulsing inside her. Only one thing could make it better.

Lara sifted her fingers through his hair, kissing him slowly before leaning back with a lazy wave at the darkened limo windows.

Cal let out single laugh, loving the way she made him smile. Their bodies still locked together, he pulled a small black velvet box from his jacket pocket on the seat next to him. He flipped it open, revealing a dazzling three stone emerald cut engagement ring. “I knew two weeks ago that I was in love with you, but with everything that happened, I wasn’t ready to trust it. I needed to get my head straight. I needed to be sure. And now I am. I’m sure I can’t live another day without you. Nothing could stop me from loving you. If you’ll have me, I’m taking you home and keeping you forever. I want to make love to you every night for the rest of my life. I want to wake with you in my arms every morning. Watch you gorge on pancakes and bacon. I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me, Lara?”

Her eyes widened, her lips splitting into a gorgeous smile. She was his beauty.

“So not everything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Hell, no.” Cal took her hand in his. He gingerly slipped the ring onto her finger. A perfect fit.

Turning over her hand, he kissed her open palm and then looked into her eyes and smiled. “Haven’t you heard? Nothing stays in Vegas.”

About the Author

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Consumed

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Tamed

Who said “sexy” isn’t a science?

Test Me

© 2007 Dee Tenorio

When wealthy scientist Vetta St. Claire begins a news experiment polling the male libido, she unexpectedly locks horns with long-time scientific rival Travis Carmichael. She never meant to test Travis’s libido…but sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

Down on his luck and on the verge of giving up his dream to make a real contribution to cancer research, the last thing Travis wants—or needs—is a fling with the prickly Vetta. Travis doesn’t like her. In fact, he hates her. But when the sex is this good…

“Hard science” doesn’t begin to cover it.

Enjoy the following excerpt for Test Me:

“So where do you sleep?”

He pointed at the chair.

Vetta stared at it. It had once been leather, she decided. Maybe pleather. It had long ago lost any texture…or comfort, if she didn’t miss her guess. The arms were worn and torn in places. The armadillo design of pillows overlapping pillows for the upper portion of the seat was flattened like pancakes. If she looked hard, she could probably see Travis’s exact imprint from his feet to his big, stubborn head.

He circled the arm of the chair, dropping into it. He smiled up at her and patted his thigh.

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