Page 88 of Double or Nothing

“You know I do.”

“Then isn’t it worth a shot?” I scoot to the edge of my seat, closing the gap between us. “We both know there are no guarantees in life, and forever isn’t guaranteed.”

“I just need more time.”

“Haven’t we already wasted enough?”

The answer is yes. I know it’s my fault, but I’m here and trying to fix it. I can’t if she won’t let me, though. It takes two to tango, and fuck, I need her to dance with me.

“Mr. Cole, your limo has arrived.”

Standing from my seat, I extend my hand to her.

She places her hand in mine.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want this. Us. I want it to be real. I want to be yours.”

“You mean it?”

“We’re forever.”

Forever. What we’re meant to be.

“Let’s go home.”

***

When the plane lands, much like when we left Vegas, a limo is waiting for us. The minute we get into the limo to head back to the Sapphire, Kat’s on me, and I don’t want to stop her. If this is her way of thanking me, I’ll take her gratitude any day. Her fingers dig into my skin as her heat settles over my erection, and every damn ounce of self-control I have is tested.

“Baby, slow down.” The words, in relation to her, are foreign.

“Don’t you want me, Sutton?” she asks before pressing her lips against my neck.

“So much.”

“Then take me. Fuck me. Make me yours.”

Only it’s her making me hers. The swift removal of my belt, the hand that strokes my cock, if anyone is branding anyone here, it’s her. I’ll be hers any fucking day of the week.

Soft lips wrap around the head of my cock as she slides to her knees.

“Oh, fuck.”

Her mouth sinks over me, taking me deep in her throat. I groan, resisting the urge to buck up into her. So hard to resist when she’s working her mouth, her tongue running along the underside of my cock, sliding down, then back up.

“Fucking hell, Kat.”

“Come for me, Sutton.”

“I’d rather come in you. Lie down.”

Kat moves onto the bench of the limo and lies back, propped up on her elbows. Her dress bunches around her waist, exposing her sweet, wet pussy, making it mine for the taking.

My tongue laps at her flesh, tasting the wetness and tracing the line to her clit. She threads her fingers through my hair.

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