Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
I reach for her hand, thread her fingers through mine. “Since the night I met you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. You’re under my skin. You’re in my head. I tried to resist you and did a shit job of it. Want to know why?”
Her lips twitch in the start of a grin. “Why?”
“Because you’re fiery and fascinating, and you have a big heart. And you’re so sexy it fries my brain and scrambles all logic. I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you, and the more I got to know you, the more I had to fight it. When I realized Stefan was into you too, the craving only got more intense.”
Her eyes brighten. The smile takes over. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“That made you want me more?”
“I like what I like,” I say, owning it.
She nibbles on the corner of her lips, then draws a breath and asks, “Have you done that before?”
I don’t know if the truth will make her run for the hills, but I owe her honesty. “Yes.”
“With him?”
I’ve never admitted anything about our shared trysts before. I’m not ashamed. They’re just private. We’ve only ever done hookups. We’ve never shared a woman we’ll see again. “Yeah. A few times. It started in college.”
“Oh,” she says, but her voice pitches up. With intrigue. With avid interest. “You guys like it? Like, a lot?”
Understatement of the year. “Fucking love it,” I say, opening myself up. “You couldn’t tell?”
She dips her face, but she seems more flattered than embarrassed. “I mean, I could tell you both liked it,” she says when she looks up again.
This girl. Man, her ex did a number on her. I scoot closer, thread a hand through her hair.
“No, Ivy,” I correct. “I don’t like turning on a woman with him. I love it.”
Her shoulders relax. “This is new to me. I mean, Trina’s in a throuple, so the concept isn’t strange. I’ve just never personally done anything like that.”
I turn the key question around on her. “Did you like it?”
She’s quiet for a beat. “No. I fucking loved it.”
When she uses my words on me, I groan, my dick jumping in my suit pants. But this moment isn’t about getting off. It’s about getting it right. “Seeing you so worked up feels almost illegal,” I rasp out. “You’re like magic. But if you had a good time, why were you so distant in the car? Because everyone was there?”
That has to be it.
She squares her shoulders. “Because I didn’t know if you guys would want to do that again.”
That’s her worry?
Before I can tell her I want it so much it’s suffocating, she adds, “And I was working up the courage to ask you.” She points to her phone, and I’m on the edge of my seat, feeling like I’m about to hit the biggest jackpot in this city. “I’ve been typing out messages to you two since I returned to my room. Messages I didn’t send.”
“What would they have said?” I’m on the edge for her answer.
“I was going to ask if you guys would want to do that again…” She pauses then says the most beautiful word in the history of the world: “Tonight.”
Ten minutes later, I’m marching down the hall on the tenth floor, powered by raw desire and Ivy’s dirty dreams. I play out scenarios, desperately wanting to fulfill every single fantasy Ivy outlined before I left.
I clench my fists. I’m a high-wire tension line. My long legs eat up the floor as I stalk to Stefan’s room. I’d burn down this hotel—no, this whole city—to give her what she wants tonight.
When I reach my destination, I pound on the door mercilessly.
Didn’t text him I was coming. And I don’t have the patience to wait much longer. I bang again, louder this time, my knuckles getting raw. I might wake everyone on this floor.
And I don’t care.
“C’mon,” I mutter.
Soon, I hear the shuffling of feet, then the unlatching of the lock. Stefan opens the door a few inches. He squints at me, his hair sticking up. “What the fuck are you doing here at this hour?”
“Open the door,” I demand. “And get out of bed.”
With a tired groan, he rolls his eyes. “I am out of bed. This is literally me out of bed,” he says as he tugs open the door.
I storm past him.
He shuts the door behind me. You never know who might overhear, and this conversation is for him and me only.
I cross my arms and look him in the eyes. “I’ve got a question for you.”
“What is it?”
I’m no longer in a rush. I take my time as I let a dirty smile curve my lips. “Do you want to fuck my wife?”
18
ROOM SERVICE
Stefan
Clothes are such a formality. But you can’t walk around a Vegas hotel naked.