ACE:Las Vegas Bad Boys(15)

So now I don’t get close to women, because I don’t need to get personal—real personal—with anyone. Because it fucking hurts when they leave. Hurts when they die.

Hurts when they’re murdered.

But Emmy is different. I can see it in her eyes, in the warmth of her smile, in her uncompromising laugh, and in her no bullshit responses.

“Everyone, meaning my parents,” she says. “My father was awful, beyond terrible. He was a drug dealer in Seattle. It was bad, and my mom was just somehow okay with it, when, honestly, it was no place for a child to grow up. But then they died and my sister and I were left on our own—okay, do you really want to talk about this now? Because I mean … like, the mood was all steamy and now it’s like … heavy. I have enough heavy in my life, Boss.”

“I can see that,” I tell her. “But it sounds like we’re more alike than you know.”

“I don’t know … you’re like….” She looks around the suite, taking in the rich leather, the thick drapes. The velvet chairs. My family was loaded, always. Money was never lacking. And I try to see this room through her eyes, the eyes of a child who grew up without money. And even if in some ways we’re alike, in other ways we’re different.

Maybe it’s time for different. Maybe it’s time for her.

“I’m a twenty-seven-year-old man who’s worked his way to the top of this town. I get it. You think I’m an ass, because I am an ass. There’s no hiding that truth. I’ve fucked half the women in this city. I ride them hard and make them come, and Emmy, there is no denying who I am. But there’s no denying who you are either,” I tell her.

“And who is that?” she asks. “Because it feels like I’m a girl working my ass off to pay for stupid bills, a college dropout, and your latest conquest. Is that who you think I am?”

“No,” I tell her, my eyes searing into her perfect baby blues. “I think you’re mine.”

I grab a condom from the drawer in the table next to us and roll it onto myself. Her eyes, filled with desire, look down at my fully erect cock, and she blinks back tears.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asks in disbelief. “Being so perfect? You don’t even know me, know the mess I am.”

“I don’t fucking care about your mess. I can clean up anything.”

And then I press my lips against hers, devouring her with my mouth, I place her in the center of the bed, her brown hair splayed around her face, and I can’t imagine a more beautiful sight.

“Emmy, tonight, forget about everything. Everyone. The problems you have will be here regardless. Tonight, just think about what you want, about your pleasure. I’ll give it to you.”

With my arms on either side of her, I lower myself as she spreads her legs, her opening still pink and pulsing with desire. She’s ready for my hungry cock, and she won’t be satisfied with anyone else, ever again.

I’ll make sure of that.

My cock enters her, and she gives a sharp gasp as I push myself in her tight pussy. I love a woman nice and tight, but filling Emmy is like something else entirely. I’d swear she’s a virgin, but I know she’s not—she’s definitely sucked a guy’s cock before. She knew how to handle me way too well.

But I do know she’s never been with a man as big as me, because her eyes got so greedy when she saw me earlier. And now her eyes roll back, she’s so overcome with me inside her.

Leaning over her, covering her body with my own flesh, I press deep, listening to her moans of desire, wanting her words to always be lost when she is filled with me.

I want her to be lost, until she is found.

She comes quickly. And when she does, she laughs, loudly, as if she is shocked by the way her body has been overcome.

I thrust myself in her, coming too. And, damn, if this woman’s been overcome, I’ve been fucking undone.





5





EMMY


Waking up, startled, I look at the clock. Fuck. It’s after ten in the morning. I’m in bed, somehow tucked in under blankets. But I don’t remember that. All I remember is a gorgeous cock and a more gorgeous orgasm and a night of fucking I’ll never forget.

Looking around, I see that Boss-man is no longer next to me.

Of course he isn’t. He was using me last night, the same way I was using him. An escape. A release. I don’t even know his name.

I get out of bed, my stomach rolling with hunger. I can’t even remember the last time I had a good meal.

I smile to myself, deliciously, thinking that my mind is way too dirty. Because honestly, I didn’t eat, but I sure as hell could have swallowed Boss-man all night. Which I basically did.