“Where’s dinner?” I asked Jo as she slipped the dress over her body.
One I’d stripped off.
One that had been on the floor of my suite for the last hour.
“Some steak house on the Strip,” she answered. “My best friend, Monica, picked it. She handles that kind of stuff. I just do the eating.”
The dress was as tight as skin, showing every curve, and she had those for days, starting with her hips, lowering to her ass, bulging at the corners of her cleavage. And in this outfit, her tits looked even larger since the dress was so low-cut.
“Fuck,” I moaned, leaning into a table as I watched her adjust the fitting. “You’d better run.”
She grinned, and it was so beautiful. “What happens if I don’t?”
“That dress is going to be shredded from your body.”
She laughed as she slipped into her sky-high heels. “No shredding. This is one of my favorites. It would hurt my heart if there were only pieces left.”
I couldn’t stop devouring her with my eyes. “I’d buy you another one.”
It would be worth it.
Because the last hour hadn’t satisfied the need I had for this girl.
It didn’t matter how much I’d tasted, that my mouth had been on every inch of her.
I wanted more.
What the fuck is happening to me?
One taste had always been enough.
But now, I found myself walking toward her, hugging her against me the second she was within reach, my dick already hard again.
Her hands surrounded my face as she looked up at me. “You can have me later.” Her thumbs brushed over my beard as she took in my eyes. “But not now. I have to meet the girls.”
I squeezed her ass. “I don’t like that answer, but I’ll accept it.”
She leaned up on her toes, giving me that gorgeous pout and the chance to breathe her in. Jo’s flavor was different. The fall scent followed her deep into the night. But it was more than just that. She had an appetite that was similar to mine, a desire, a charisma I just couldn’t get enough of.
“I’ll text you,” she whispered against my lips. She pulled away and adjusted her dress, glancing down her body. “I look like I’ve been through war.”
“If you didn’t, then I didn’t fuck you hard enough.”
Her head fell back as she laughed—something she’d done before and something that drove me fucking wild. “You definitely fucked me hard enough. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.” She headed for the door and waved before opening it.
“I’ll see you later, Jo.”
As she left, I took in the view of her ass. Even though I’d just been holding it, even though I’d kissed across her cheeks when she was spread over my bed, I still couldn’t stop staring.
That body.
That freshly fucked pussy.
That satiated smile she gave me as the door closed.
Goddamn it.
Who the fuck is this girl?
I turned and headed into the bedroom, putting on the outfit I’d laid out for the evening—a pair of jeans and a button-down, a sports coat on top. I made a quick stop to the bathroom to brush my teeth and spray on some cologne. As my hands were under the faucet, water pouring onto my fingers, I decided not to clean my face. Doing so would wash away Jo’s scent, something I could still smell on my beard.
I wanted to taste her for a little bit longer even if that meant wearing her to dinner and the club.
She was just too good to get rid of.
Goddamn it, I’ve lost my fucking mind.
I went back into the bedroom, ensuring I had my wallet and phone and room key, and I headed down the hall to Dominick’s suite.
“About time, motherfucker,” Dominick said as he opened his door. “I was wondering if you were going to show up.”
I pounded his fist and replied, “I’ve been busy.”
“I hope that means you’ve been with Jo?”
When I’d returned to the sportsbook several hours ago, I’d shared a few small details with the guys. They hadn’t given me a choice—the questions had started the moment I sat my ass down.
“You know it,” I told him.
He gripped my shoulder. “Fuck, man. Getting it in on your second day in Vegas. Now, you’re making me proud.”
Brett handed me a scotch when I walked into the living room. “To pussy,” he said and clinked his glass against mine.
I took a drink and looked at Ford, who was reclined in one of the chairs. “Feeling any better?”
He nodded. “The nap helped, but I’m not hitting the booze until dinner.” He held up a bottle of water. “Meet my new friend.”
I laughed. “At least you’re not in bed, ordering room service, which is what I was expecting from you.”
“And never live it down?” He shook his head. “No, thank you. The fall might be ugly, but it’s the rallying that counts.”
“Ain’t that the goddamn truth?” Max said. He took a seat next to Ford. “One thing we know how to do—and do well—is give an endless amount of shit.”
Max was right about that.
Too drunk to go to dinner and clubbing was an instant invitation to getting called out whenever the opportunity arose. With these guys, our best friends, the teasing would be fucking relentless.
“You good?” Brett asked, his arm going across my shoulders as I walked toward the balcony, where Jack and Dominick were talking.
Since Dominick had started doing business with The Agency—a company of entertainment agents, including Brett, Max, Jack, and Scarlett, their other partner who sat out for guys’ trips because she said it was too much testosterone—they had become fixtures in our lives.
“Real good,” I told him. “But I’m ready to get shit-faced and have a hell of a meal.”
His grip tightened. “That makes two of us.”
Dominick’s room was like mine with a balcony running across the back that gave him a full view of the Bellagio fountains and the unique, lit-up high-rise hotels on the Strip. Just as Brett and I stepped outside, the sky was turning dark, giving this city an entirely different feel. Aside from the fun we had here, the scenery was my favorite part about Vegas. The mountains framed the perimeter, the belly an explosion of lights and energy and color.
Normally, I would take in this view and think of all the work that was waiting for me on my laptop.
But work wasn’t what ate my mind tonight.
It was Jo.
“Two times in one day,” Brett said, our hands resting over the wooden banister that edged the top of the glass wall outside. “That’s more than a one-night stand, my friend.”
Another reminder.
I could still see her body, still feel the softness of her skin, still hear her screams as she shuddered over my cock.
Women didn’t take up real estate in my brain.
They left as quickly as they came. I didn’t have time for them to stick around. My life moved far too fast for that—traveling, work, traveling for work, a vicious cycle that repeated weekly. Since graduating from law school, I didn’t ask for phone numbers. I didn’t memorize addresses. Women were like a bold, heavy cabernet while eating a five-hundred-dollar Kobe steak. They enhanced the experience, but they weren’t the star of the show.
The star was work.
It always had been; it always would be.
Except this little beauty with long black hair and glittering blue eyes was etched in a space I couldn’t erase.
And I didn’t know what the fuck to do about it.
I turned toward Brett. “She might become a multi-night stand while I’m in Vegas, but this is where it’ll end.”
“You sure about that?” Brett asked.
As I was about to answer, Jack walked back inside, and Dominick came over and said, “If you’re talking about Jo, he’s already fucking pussy-whipped.”
I looked at my brother. “Do you have something you want to say to me?”
Dominick smiled. “Do you really want to hear it?”
I laughed.
I knew where this was going.
Since Dominick was dating Kendall now and Brett was engaged to James Ryne—the most popular actress in Hollywood—they thought they knew it all. They had every goddamn answer. Like they were fucking psychologists in any situation that involved women.
I couldn’t wait to hear this.
“Sure, bring it,” I told him.
“You like her, and you don’t know what the fuck to do about it.”
Now, I really laughed. In fact, I laughed so hard that my head fell back.
The action instantly brought back a memory from earlier in my room.
Fuck.
“Listen, you two, I know you both think you’re the latest and greatest Dr. Phil, but you have no idea what the hell you’re talking about. She lives in Miami, and she’s in college. I have no business even entertaining a thought like that, never mind pursuing her.”
“So, she’s a bit of a cub,” Dominick said. “That’s a moot point. She’s legal—that’s all that matters.”
“And you know half my relationship has been long-distance while James is on location, filming.” Brett nodded toward Max. “He and Eve haven’t always lived in the same city either.” He then pointed at Jack. “And you know he and Samantha have had their time apart.”
I glanced between Brett and Dominick, not believing my fucking ears. “Hold up. I got my dick sucked a few times today, and suddenly, you’re marrying me off and visualizing my white picket fence?” I shook my head. “I don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you two, but, Jesus, you’re laying it on thick.” I glared at Dominick. “Especially you, the guy who lived an identical life as mine.”
“But do I now?” Dominick asked. “I learned that lesson and almost pushed away the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I emptied the scotch in my hand, my patience running out. “Are you done?”
He put his hand in the air. “I’m just saying, be open to possibilities. You shut them out before they even turn into chances. Whether it be with Jo or the next girl, I want you to stop and consider what could be.”
I set my glass down, wishing one of them had brought the bottle outside.
Am I considering anything they’re saying?
Fuck no.
This is a waste of a conversation.
“I’ve heard you. Now, I think it’s time for dinner,” I said.
I wished that dismissal caused the thoughts to leave as well.
But they were there, front and center.
I had almost a week left in Vegas. Jo did as well.
If these temptations continued …
No, I wasn’t putting my brain there.
“You seem to be forgetting all the hell you and Ford put me through when I kept rejecting the idea of dating Kendall,” Dominick said.
The start of his relationship had been a rocky ride. And Ford and I had been there for it all, holding his damn hand.
“I get it,” I told him. “But this is premature.”
“I thought that, too, at the beginning,” he admitted. “Except the second I laid eyes on my girl, deep down, I knew she was going to be mine. That feeling came over me, and I fought it for as long as I could, but I couldn’t get her out of my goddamn mind.”
Fuck me.
The only thing I wanted in this moment was to wrap my hands around her ass and haul her body up against mine, attacking her mouth with my fucking tongue.
I pushed away from the balcony and said, “I’m leaving. It’s time to get drunk. Are you two coming?”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I continued inside, joining Max, Jack, and Ford.
But I could hear Brett and Dominick laughing behind me, followed by, “That motherfucker doesn’t even know what just hit him.”