Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Wow,” I murmur, the sheer beauty of it almost overwhelming.
Nash moves beside me, close enough that I can feel his warmth radiating against my skin, the solid presence of him grounding me. “It’s just the beginning,” he says, his voice low, tinged with something serious. When I turn to meet his gaze, I see a fierce intensity there, a fire that seems so aligned with my own emotions.
“It’s incredible,” I reply, trying to convey the rush of gratitude, joy, and desire swirling inside me. “This whole weekend feels like a dream. I can’t believe I get to spend it in Las Vegas with you.”
And then he leans in close, his breath mingling with the cool night air, and whispers, “You deserve this.” That raw sincerity in his voice sends a flutter through me, sparking an undeniable warmth that pools in my stomach. “I thought this trip would be the perfect way to celebrate both your job and Valentine’s Day. And to apologize again for being an asshole when you told me about your job offer.”
He’s been so sweet since our first little disagreement. I know he had a hard time with my job until he came to the locker room to meet the players. Once he realized most are in committed relationships and all of them respect the trainers and therapists too much to cause trouble, he stopped worrying as much.
After a moment, he pulls back, and we stand there together, sharing the view, soaking in the atmosphere. I could easily spend the rest of the night wrapped up in this moment with him. But there's an undeniable thrill lurking beneath the surface, and I’m ready to embrace whatever the weekend has in store for us.
He takes my hand and leads me back into the suite. “I’ve been dreaming about this that entire goddam three-hour plane ride,” Nash whispers against my lips, and my mind turns to mush.
“It was a long flight,” I agree. More than once, I wondered if anyone would notice if I dragged him to the tiny bathroom to have my way with him.
His warm lips cover mine and he lifts me against his muscular body. As his tongue slides into my mouth, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on tight.
The next thing I know, we’re standing in the dark bedroom next to a massive bed. He sets me on my feet and whispers, “If you like these clothes, get them off quickly.”
I pull my sweater over my head and toss it aside as he turns on the small light on the dresser.
“I want to see your luscious curves.” He smiles and reaches down to pull his polo shirt free of his jeans. I quickly shed my yoga pants and undies and lie back on the bed.
He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it away, causing my girly bits to tingle in anticipation. Lying back on the cool bed, I pinch my side just to make sure this isn’t all a dream. When a little flash of pain shoots through the area, it confirms I really am in this Las Vegas hotel with the man of my dreams.
He quickly unhooks his belt and pushes his jeans down his legs before kicking them away. When he spreads out on the bed next to me, I reach out and wrap my hand around his rock-hard cock.
Fireworks explode behind my closed eyelids when he gently bites down on one of my nipples while rolling the other one between his thumb and forefinger.
His cock jumps in my hold and I decide to try something new. I push him back against the bed and smile at him. “I’m in charge this time.”
“I’m not going to argue.” His grin causes a spark to move straight down my body to my clit.
I kiss and lick my way down his gorgeous body, stopping to explore each ridge with my tongue until I make it all the way down to his hard shaft. I wrap my hand around it and slowly stroke up and down, watching as he throws his head back and growls my name.
I run my finger through the wetness leaking from the tip and spread it around as Nash’s muscular legs tremble. “Stop teasing me and suck my cock into your mouth.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I slowly run my tongue from the base of it up to the tip and then close my lips around the head.
My lips stretch around his hard cock as I suck him deep into my throat.
“Fuck,” he growls and digs his hand through my hair to grip the back of my head.
I throw myself into pleasuring him, and he seems to enjoy my efforts if his groans and the dirty promises falling from his lips are anything to go by. I’m dripping wet from all the things he wants to do to me. “I’m about to come down your throat.” His warning doesn’t stop me. If anything, it causes me to work harder at driving him crazy. It doesn’t take long for him to shout my name as a climax blasts through him. I continue to lightly suck as tremors run through his muscular body.