Tempting the Crown(257)

He gripped her hips, hoisting her around his waist. Cole didn’t wait, he pushed her onto his cock. Abby reared back, sinking onto him.

“Oh shit,” she hissed. “You’re so big, Cole.”

He knew she was probably sore after last night, but he needed to be inside her. She felt fucking incredible how she gripped his dick with her strong pussy walls.

“Oh yeah.” His fingers dug into her waist.

She held his shoulders, gripping so she didn’t slide from his hips. He pumped into her. Only two more thrusts and he felt his spine tighten with an explosive pinch before he erupted inside her. He slammed his hand against the wall, fucking her with all the strength he had left.

Her lips were soft and sweet on his mouth. She panted as he brought her feet to the floor.

“I feel drunk,” she murmured, falling into the wall.

Cole leaned against the opposite side of the closet. He closed his eyes. “Fuck, baby. I’ve never had such a high. The press conference and now this.”

She laughed. “Maybe it’s a good thing we’re leaving Vegas tomorrow.”

He pulled his pants to his waist and fastened his belt.

“I have everything I came here to get,” he admitted.

Her eyes rose to his. “Did you come here to get me?”

“Abby.” He brushed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. He felt his belly warm with a new fire for her. He knew he could take her again and again. It may never end how much he wanted to satisfy her. “I’ve wanted you since the day you were thrown in front of Deac and me. We both have. If it took this trip to help you see how much we were meant to be together, then I’m not ashamed to say yes. I came here to get you. I came here to win you over every possible way I could. With lingerie. With champagne. With complete adoration.” He pushed his thumb to her lips as her tongue flicked over it.

He groaned. “What matters is we’re going home with you.”

She nodded. “You are.”

He pulled her into his arms. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”





28

Deacon



He pulled a clean shirt from the closet. He remembered Abby mention she liked how he looked in crisp white. He threw it on, realizing he had never once cared how he dressed for a woman.

Cole had agreed to push back the flight so Deacon could take Abby to the Bellagio exhibit. It was a date. Not something he was known for doing for a woman. The last time he tried to impress a girl was in high school. And yes, this was backward. He had already fucked her.

He didn’t care. He was ready to show her there were more sides of him. They both had a love for art. It was something they shared. And today he had a special surprise for her.

He walked out of his suite. Cole was on the couch with his laptop.

“We’re headed out, man,” he reported.

Cole looked up for a second. “Ok. I’ll have the valet take everything to the lobby and get the bags to the jet. Take your time at the exhibit. I have work to do.”

“Any word on Soar?” he asked. Last night they had spent their time in Abby’s bed, fucking each other senseless. He hadn’t read yesterday’s headlines.

“It’s all good. We have five million in donations.”

Deacon’s eyes widened. “Fuck. That’s insane.”

“It is.”

He heard her voice before he saw her. “Did you say five million in donations?” Abby walked into the room wearing a white sundress. Her breasts looked lush and ripe. His cock twitched.

“That’s right.” Cole grinned. “Soar is kicking ass and it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours.”

She walked toward them. Deacon held his hand out for her.

“Ready for the exhibit?”

She nodded. “I can’t wait to see it. Cole, are you sure you don’t want to go?”

“Yeah, that’s your thing. I have plenty to do. When you get back I’ll take a break.”

Abby twisted her lips together. Deacon knew she was still struggling with how to spend her time between them. She was great when the three of them were together, but the one-on-one time was harder to navigate. He knew it would get easier.

“Let’s go, sweetheart.”

She pulled her purse on her shoulder and they left the Rapture Resort for the Bellagio.







“I have a surprise for you.” Deacon held the door open for Abby as they walked into the lavish hotel.

“Is there an addition to the collection?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Guess again.”

“Do we have a tour with the museum curator?”

He laughed. “I don’t think so. Not really my style.”

“Then what is it?”

He guided her through the hotel and toward the museum. “What if I told you I rented out the museum for the afternoon? It’s ours.”