Page 38 of Madam, May I

Brent chuckled as he slid his arm through hers and reached in the inner pocket of his blazer for his phone with his free hand. “Max. I’m skipping out on dinner tonight. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow,” he said, giving her a wink.

His friend laughed. Desdemona could hear his friend’s voice echoing through his phone.

“How pretty is she?” Max asked.

Desdemona looked up at Brent, knowing he was unaware of her eavesdropping.

“A Lamborghini,” Brent said.

Well, that’s definitely better than a Hyundai. I guess.

“I don’t blame you then,” his friend said. “Breakfast in the morning? Or you’re hoping to sleep in?”

Brent looked down at her.

Desdemona gave him a curious eye before slowly arching a brow.

He looked surprised, and then his eyes widened a bit in understanding.

She lifted up on her toes so that her mouth was near the phone. “Hey, Max. This is the Lamborghini, and Brent will be right on time for breakfast because hewon’tbe sleeping in with me,” she said, before reaching with a finger to end the call.

It immediately vibrated.

She walked away from him down the hall with her sultriest walk, glancing back at him over her shoulder, enjoying the flirtation. “Vroom vroom,” she said, imitating the sound of a Lamborghini’s engines being revved.

He slid the phone back in his pocket and followed behind her.

Desdemona paused, wondering what Loren’s reaction would have been. He would have enjoyed seeing the lighter side of her and made some kind of joke to make her laugh as well.

Maybe that’s because one was a grown man and the other a boy.

Still, as she stepped onto the elevator and turned to watch Brent join her, she thought of how enthusiastically he had championed her celebrating her birthday, and she wishedhewere there.

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Desdemona had fun.

More than she’s had in a long time.

The dined at Picasso’s in the Bellagio. Played high stakes poker at several casinos on the Strip and slots in Old Vegas. Danced like crazy at 1 OAK. Made it rain on strippers at Club Lacy’s.

As soon as they stepped on the elevators at the Bellagio and the doors slid closed, Desdemona pressed her body close to his, gripping the lapels of his suit to jerk his tall frame down toward her. Her eyes searched his before she licked at his bottom lip and made a little grunt of pleasure in the back of her throat.

Brent gripped her hips as he captured her mouth with his own.

Desdemona broke the kiss, sliding her hands up to the back of his head to take control and kiss him. First a soft peck and then as she smiled against his mouth, she deepened it with her tongue. He moaned in pleasure.

She did the same at the feel of his growing hardness pressing against her stomach. The elevator slid to a smooth stop and the doors soon slid opened. “Your suite or mine?” she asked against his lips before kissing them again.

He raised his head to look down at her, his eyes showing surprise and then filling with desire. “Your choice,” he said.

Desdemona turned from him, taking his hand to lead him into the hallway and down to the door of his suite. She chose to use his because as soon as they were finished making love she planned to leave him sleeping while she went to her own bed.

As soon as the door closed, he picked her up in his arms with ease and carried her to the sofa. He turned and sat down with Desdemona straddling his lap with the skirt of her dress up around her waist.

This five-year dry streak is finally over.

She sighed when he pressed kisses across her clavicle as he reached behind her to unzip her dress.

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