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  She kept eye contact as she nuzzled his erection through his slacks. She traced his cock with her tongue, leaving a damp trail in her wake. She found the head of his cock and kept eye contact as she gripped it between her lips, which was quite a feat since his slacks were stretched to the breaking point. His eyes went blind with need, and she knew she had him.

  Even as he reached for her, she was already rising. When he opened his mouth, she slipped her pointer and middle finger into his mouth. He grabbed her wrist to hold her hand still as he sucked on her fingers, tongue swirling between both digits. Her body felt as if it was going up in flames.

  He pulled her hand from his mouth and clasped it in his before he pulled her through the crowd. He charged down a hallway and tried both master suites, which were occupied. The bathroom had a line, and she was beginning to feel feverish. She needed him now. He seemed to be feeling the same because he opened a random door and they were greeted with the sight of an unused laundry room complete with a marble island to fold clothes and two sets of stainless-steel washers and dryers.

  “There’s no lock on the door,” he snapped.

  “Who cares?” She grabbed handfuls of his jacket. “Fuck me.”

  He glared at her. Desire warred with reason.

  She cupped his face. “Marcus.” Her voice was harsh with lust.

  He picked her up and placed her on the marble table. The icy surface under her ass made her hiss in surprise. He tossed the middle panel of her dress to one side and paused to look at the damp lace between her thighs.

  “You’re a dangerous woman,” he said as he slipped two fingers past her underwear. She braced her hands on the table and tossed her head back as his fingers stretched her and then curled. “You’re soaked.”

  “I told you,” she panted, “I need you.”

  He withdrew his fingers and dropped. His head went between her legs, and she spread wide. She moaned when she felt the first swipe of his tongue. She was too hungry and needy to play coy. She mashed his face against her pussy and rocked her hips against his mouth. When his tongue slipped inside her, she dropped her head back as pleasure wiped her mind clean.

  Someone in the hallway cheered. Marcus didn’t pause. He was too far gone, and so was she. There was only a door between their hookup and one hundred guests, and she didn’t give a fuck. All that mattered was that he kept doing that with his tongue. She shuddered and grabbed a handful of his hair as ecstasy nipped at her.

  When he raised his head, she screamed, “No!”

  “I’m not going to last,” he bit out as he undid his buckle and slacks. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and yanked her to the edge of the table. He pressed the head of his cock to her entrance, and she held her breath. She wasn’t prepared when he grabbed her by the throat and yanked her forward so they were nose to nose. His hot breath fanned her face.

  “Have you been with anyone since me?” he growled.

  She couldn’t think. “What?”

  His hand flexed on her while the other slid his dick up and down her slit. She moaned and tried to take him, but his grip on her throat kept her at his mercy.

  “Have you fucked anyone since me?” he said against her mouth.

  “No. Now fuck me!”

  His hand disappeared and then he was sinking into her, stretching her deliciously. She grasped handfuls of his shirt as he pressed his forehead against hers and panted as he sheathed himself to the hilt. They stared at one another in the dim light as the party carried on mere feet away.

  “Would you have given me a blowjob in front of everyone?” he murmured.

  “You’ll never know, will you?”

  “You make me crazy,” he said as he dropped his head on her shoulder.

  “That’s how I want you.”

  “How do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered.

  “Surprise me.”

  He raised his head. She had a split second to see his grin before he shoved her on her back on the table. Before she knew what was happening, he climbed on with her. He knelt, spread her legs, and dragged her ass along his hard thighs until he slid inside her. His hands spanned her waist and controlled her involuntary jerk as he impaled her. She couldn’t hold back a loud groan as the position caused him to rub against her G-spot. She tried to grab onto something, but there was nothing but cold marble beneath her.

  “Holy shit. Marcus, I—”

  He gripped her hips and began to move her on him. Hard, grinding thrusts that made her kick and jerk. She was flat on her back with her legs splayed wide on either side of him. The contrast of cold marble beneath her bare back, the soft material of his slacks under her ass, and the heel of his hand on her pussy made her crazy. She tried to lever her ass up so she could hit the right spot and bring it home, but he wasn’t allowing it. He was toying with her.

  “Marcus, I swear I’m going to—” she began hoarsely, but a hard thrust made her clamp her mouth shut.

  He hit that spot again, and she screamed. The door opened, and she closed her eyes against the flood of bright light.

  “Holy fuck!”

  Marcus hauled her so she straddled his lap. “Get the fuck out and close the door.”

  She was too far gone to care about their audience. She wrapped her arms around him and kept riding him, so lost in her high that nothing would stop her.

  “I’ll pay to watch,” the voice tried to bargain.

  “Get out.”

  “Fuck,” the man grumbled before the door closed, and they were once again locked in semi-darkness.

  “I’m going to bring it home,” she said and launched herself at him so he tipped backward. She didn’t pause to savor the sight of Marcus Fletcher splayed out beneath her, hair a mess, clothes in disarray. She was too hungry. She braced her hands on his chest and began to move. She tipped her head back as she rode him, seeking her pleasure.

  He yanked her down so her hands were braced on either side of his head. He latched onto her breast through the thin material and bit. She cupped the back of his head, holding him to her as she fucked him. He bucked beneath her, going deeper than she believed possible. She swiveled her hips and had the pleasure of watching his eyes roll and then flutter shut.

  “I-I can’t,” he said through clenched teeth.

  He didn’t have to because she was already there. She pumped her hips, impaling herself on him and moaned as she fell headlong into one of the most intense orgasms she ever experienced. His groan echoed in the small space. He gripped her ass and rocked her on him as she hissed through her teeth.

  “You’re going to kill me,” he puffed.

  She laughed weakly as she slumped on top of him. “You’re a wonderful man, Marcus Fletcher.”

  Her body was one throbbing mess, but she didn’t care. If anyone walked in, they’d have no doubt what they’d been doing, but they were both fully clothed, which made the whole encounter that much more titillating.

  All worries faded into the ether. Those dark emotions clawing at her throat, threatening to drag her under, were banked for the moment. She basked in the glow. Her body ached from the pounding she took, but it was worth it.

  Someone hit the door, making them both jolt. Raucous, drunken laughter reached their ears as the assholes continued down the hallway.

  “We better get out of here,” he said.

  They slipped off the table. He ran his hands through his disheveled hair and made an attempt to look presentable before he turned to her.

  “All right?” he asked.

  She gave him a lazy smile. “Fabulous.”

  He grinned and began to straighten her clothes. “How did you end up at this party?”

  “Cormac got me in.”

  “Cormac?”

  “Cormac Hart.”

  His brows rose. “The UFC Lightweight Champion?”

  “Of course.”

  “Of course,” he echoed and cupped her chin. “You good?”

  “Now I am.”

  He fingered her hair.
“I like the red. It suits you.”

  The door opened, and a man with a woman under each arm entered. He scanned them while the women giggled uncontrollably.

  “Dude,” he drawled and bobbed his brows.

  Marcus grasped her hand and tugged her out of the room. He navigated through the raging party. It wasn’t until she saw the NFL security guards that she realized he intended to leave.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “You’re done for the night.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Yeah, you are.” When she tried to dig in her heels, he wrapped an arm around her waist and propelled her past security. “What have you had to drink?”

  “Champagne and Patrón, but I have a high alcohol tolerance,” she said with a shrug and added, “And I sweat out most of it when I dance.”

  “Of course, you’re drunk on champagne.”

  “Who said I’m drunk?”

  “I do,” he said and pulled her into the elevator.

  Her head was pleasantly fuzzy, so she leaned against him. He pulled her under his arm and kissed her temple.

  “You smell amazing,” he said.

  “So do you.” She yawned and nuzzled his neck. “Like classy sin.”

  “Classy sin,” he repeated and shook his head. “Whatever you say, babe. I’m glad I didn’t find you wrapped around some loser this time.”

  The champagne prompted her to admit, “I was going to bang someone, but he ruined the moment with a lame pickup line.”

  “How bad was it?”

  “He asked if I worked at Subway because I gave him a footlong.”

  Marcus grinned. “Accurate, but poorly put, hmm?”

  He led her through the casino. A man screaming his head off roused her from her walking slumber. At first, she thought the man was in a fight but then realized he hit the jackpot. She craned her neck to get a look at his machine, but Marcus tugged her in another direction.

  “Hey!”

  “Tonight’s not a good night,” he said and shrugged back his sleeve to look at his watch. “I’m late, and I have to change.”

  “Don’t let me hold you up,” she said and tried to get away, but he didn’t release her.

  “You’re going home where I don’t have to worry about you.” He marched her outside and towed her toward a waiting taxi.

  “I brought my car. I’m not drunk, Marcus!”

  “You can barely keep your eyes open.”

  “I’m tired.”

  He settled her in the back of the taxi. When she tried to go out the other side, he stopped her with a grip on her thigh and cupped her cheek.

  “I don’t have time tonight. I’m late for my meeting.”

  He kissed her, and she forgot to struggle. Her hand fisted in his shirt. He pulled back, searched her face, and then kissed her twice more.

  “You know where to find me,” he said and slammed the door in her dazed face.

  He gave her home address to the cabbie and strode back into the casino. She slumped against the seat and closed her eyes as exhaustion pulled her under. She wasn’t sure what to think of his highhandedness, but she couldn’t find it in herself to be truly angry. He sated her inner demon. He would be dynamite if she ever got him in bed.

  She must have fallen asleep because the cabbie had to yell to wake her up. He told her Marcus slipped him money. When did that happen? She stumbled to the house and realized she was blitzed because she couldn’t walk a straight line. She knocked on the door for Mom to open, but the house remained dark and silent. Odd. She unearthed an extra key from a flowerpot. It took every ounce of concentration she possessed to unlock the door. She trudged upstairs and fell face first into her bed. She was drifting off to sleep when it occurred to her that Marcus shouldn’t know her address.

  9

  A ringing phone interrupted her dreamless slumber. She groaned and covered her head with a pillow to block out the noise. When the phone went quiet, she relaxed. She pulled the blankets snugly around her and popped one eye open when the phone began to blare again. She bared her teeth and peered over the side of the bed at her clutch. Maybe there was a crisis… She tilted her top half out of bed, fished the phone out of her clutch, and peered at the unfamiliar number.

  “If this is a telemarketer, I’m going to find you and kill you,” she growled.

  There was a pause and then a delighted, feminine laugh. “I fucking love you, girl!”

  There was something familiar about that voice, but it was too fucking early to figure it out. She heaved herself back into bed and closed her eyes, so the room would stop pitching.

  “Who is this?”

  “Luciana Roman. I asked Angel for your number, and he wasn’t happy, but I told him it’s an emergency.”

  She tensed. “Emergency?”

  “Girl, your picture’s all over the internet!”

  Her eyes flew open. “What?”

  “You’re dating Cormac Hart and didn’t tell me? Oh, my God, he’s so fucking hot. I want to trace his abs with my tongue and suck on his nipples… but I won’t because you’re dating him! Oh, my God. Does he like to go down on you? Please tell me he does. I won’t tell anyone, I swear. I’m staring at this picture of you guys, and you look amazing together! Your eyes are closed, and his arms are wrapped around you from behind. So romantic. Whose party is this? It looks wild! Did you fuck at the party?”

  “Yeah.” A smile played around her mouth as tidbits of the night came back to her. Riding Marcus in a laundry room was definitely something to remember. Her body was sore from pole dancing and their fuck, but it was worth it.

  Luci screamed on the other end. “Did you guys do it in front of everyone? God, I fucking love Vegas!”

  “After that dance, some girl sucked off Cormac. I’m sure she wasn’t the only one.”

  Dead silence on the other end and then, “You let another girl blow your man? My Cormac?”

  She grinned. “I’m not dating him, Luci.”

  “But you’re fucking him.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “What? Why not? He’s Cormac Hart! He’s undefeated. He’s—”

  “I know his stats, Luci. I’ve known him a long time. We’re friends.”

  “You’re friends,” Luci repeated.

  “Yes.”

  “Friends who kiss?”

  She tried to remember if he’d ever kissed her in the past. “I guess.”

  “Friends who slow dance on the floor and get lost in each other?”

  “I cheered him on when he was a scrawny loser. I even helped him when he was in a tight spot financially. We’re close. I call him Connie.”

  “You can’t call Cormac Hart, Connie! You’re emasculating him.”

  “Exactly. He can stand to be taken down a peg or two.” She bit back a groan as she rolled out of bed and glanced at her makeup smeared sheets. Damn. She hobbled into the bathroom and stripped as Luci chattered.

  “I’m so disappointed. I wanted to know his fucking routine.”

  She paused with one foot in the tub. “Fucking routine?”

  “Yeah. Like, does he fuck after his fights? What kind of positions can he do? The other day, I was watching porn. This woman was doing a handstand and he was fucking her upside down. I think it’s called the wheelbarrow. I figured Cormac would be great at it because he has amazing core strength. The woman had a big ass, and it was jiggling while—”

  Carmen smothered a laugh as she turned on the shower. She poked her head out periodically to comment as Luci rattled on about sex positions.

  “What site is this?” she bellowed through the curtain. “And what keywords should I use?”

  She scraped all evidence of last night’s adventure off her body, slipped into a robe, and went searching for her mother. The house was empty, but when she glanced at a clock, she saw it was nearly noon. No surprise that her mother had already started her day. She dressed in a blue jumper with matching heels and kept her makeup rosy and fresh. She t
urned on the tracker in her mother’s phone and found that she was at a nearby Italian restaurant. She would crash her mom’s lunch with her friends and then bum a ride to The Strip to collect her car. She put Luci on hold while she called for a pickup and then resumed their conversation.

  “When are you coming to New York?” Luci asked.

  “I don’t know.” Now, she really wanted to go. Luci was a hoot and a woman after her own heart.

  “You let me know as soon as possible,” Luci said and then asked, “So if you didn’t have sex with Cormac, who did you screw?”

  “What makes you think I fucked anyone?”

  “Girl, you looked like a million dollars. No man who’s any man would let you leave without getting some. So, who was he?”

  “He’s…” She didn’t know how to finish that sentence. Marcus wasn’t a friend. He wasn’t a boyfriend. He was a fuck buddy of sorts, but it was more complicated than that. They were Nora’s godparents, and he was Vinny’s replacement.

  “At a loss for words?” Luci sounded delighted. “This is gonna be juicy!”

  “He’s… He works for Gavin.”

  “At the casino or in the underworld?”

  “The casino.”

  “Oh,” Luci sounded disappointed. “I’m guessing he’s hot.”

  “Very.”

  “You have a picture you can send me?”

  “No.”

  “He works for Gavin? Is he on the company website?”

  She held the phone away from her and stared at it a moment before she brought it back to her ear. “Do you work for an investigation agency on the side? Geez.”

  “I’m good like that. Come on, what’s his name?”

  “Marcus Fletcher.”

  “Was he good?”

  She smiled and slipped into the back of the car that pulled up. “Very.” An image of Marcus’s eyes rolling as he came made her nipples tingle. She clamped her legs together and confirmed the restaurant address with the driver.

  “Holy shit!” Luci exclaimed.

  “What?”

  “This guy works for Gavin? What the fuck? Are all the men in Vegas hot or something? This isn’t fair! Do you know if he’s done porn?”