Page 136 of The Vegas Lie

Then her whole body shook as she fell forward onto her palms, breathing hard, her pussy milking him with gentle tugs. The plan had been to give her a moment to come down from her climax, but falling forward put her ass in the air.

And she was still shaking.

He grabbed her hips and drove into her, reigniting the wet and juicy noises of their lovemaking. Not long after, she began to move again, matching him, and he tossed his head back, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

Pull out.

He had to pull out.

But she felt so damn good.

“Where do you want it, baby?” he forced out. “Want me to come all over this beautiful ass?”

She shook her head. “One last time.”

“You want me to come inside you?”

“I want to feel it spilling out of—”

He released, hot and thick, inside her.

Once he was in there, coherent thought went out the window. The primal instinct to come inside her took over, and the pure euphoria of bathing her hot flesh with his release made it increasingly difficult to pull out each subsequent time. It also didn’t help that she encouraged him, all breathy and hoarse and moaning.

They collapsed.

“It’s hard to think straight when you’re inside me,” she said. “If we keep going like this, I’ll end up pregnant.”

He kissed her shoulder. “I know. I tell myself to pull out.”

“And then I tell you to come inside me.”

“We’re a mess.”

She looked down. “I’m about to be an even bigger mess. You gave me so much, I don’t think my body can handle it all.”

Before they realized it, he was on top of her. She’d locked her ankles behind his back, and when he came again, he made an even bigger mess than before.

ChapterTwenty-Two

Lucas walked down the long hallway at the event hall in search of Delilah. This year, the physician’s ball was held in the courtyard of the same building that housed the Smithsonian and National Portrait Gallery.

Though frigid outside, the space was warm, and it would be a romantic evening to spend with Raina underneath the stars. At the moment, she was at home, feigning illness and pretending she was too sick to show up, but she’d forgotten that her sister was a blabberer.

Delilah had already let it slip that she would be there tonight as she fully intended to keep her promise, and he looked forward to seeing her walk in.

That weekend, they were flying out to spend the Christmas holiday with her family in North Carolina. Marianne, her daughters, and Brittany would be joining them. It was also when he and Raina would announce that they were, in fact, married and living together.

As far as Raina’s retirement, she would be announcing that as well, although she’d officially already retired from the industry. At first, she was worried about how her mother would feel, given her mother’s sacrifice. Then she’d realized that, no matter the outcome, she and her mother were both adult enough to get over it eventually.

She wasn’t used to making decisions that suited her alone, being the oldest and female, but she was getting used to it. Plus, she had a supportive spouse to curtail her three o’clock in the morning bouts of self-doubt.

A firm feminine voice floated down the corridor, combined with soft, sniffling noises:

“I have the power to get you kicked out of this program. What have you got to say for yourself? This is reprehensible behavior.”

Lucas followed the voices and stopped outside the open doorway, out of sight.

“Dr. Rockledge, you’re wrong,” Delilah said.

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