Vegas Baby Read Online Amy Brent

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Dark, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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His arms wrapped around me and he pressed me to him like we were the same person. My belly pushed into him, and I could already feel my breasts growing more sensitive by the second. Suddenly I was back in that moment in Vegas when we first shared the night together. There was no drama, no fear, just the desire we had for each other.

We stumbled out into the hall, me walking backwards and James’ hands all over me. Eventually, we crashed into my door, and I broke contact long enough to fumble with the keys.

It took me a bit longer than it normally would to open my door, but we made it in again and then his mouth was on mine once more.

Maybe some of it was the pregnancy hormones, maybe I was just lonely, but I knew exactly where this was going, and I couldn’t wait.

But just when I was going to haul him towards my bedroom, he pulled away abruptly, looking down at me with such a mixture of concern and desire that it made me wet right then and there.

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” He asked, clearly holding himself back from what he wanted to do.

But that just made me want him that much more. Even when it was just the two of us, he was still intent on making sure I was absolutely protected. For being my future-ex-husband, he was the nicest man that I had ever met, and I didn’t see any reason to hold back any longer.

“Yes. I am one hundred percent certain.”

“Good,” he said, tilting my head back and laying kisses down my neck. “I was hoping you would say that.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

~James~

Once more I found myself doing something that I knew was a poor choice, passion surging through every fiber of my being as I walked Nicole backwards, my hands exploring all of her that was within my reach.

We needed to focus on getting a divorce, on severing our paths legally so we could move on and be the functioning adults that we were supposed to be. But how was I supposed to do that when she fit against me like she was made for me and everything about her was so damn intoxicating?

It wasn’t fair. It was like I had been set up with a game that was impossible to win, and why would I want to? Winning meant not feeling, tasting, or experiencing the paradise that was Nicole, and I just couldn’t bring myself to do that.

We were almost to where I remembered the bedroom was from the tour, but at the last moment she pulled me in another direction. I hesitated, and of course she couldn’t budge me an inch, so she broke the kiss to look up at me with an eager expression.

“I have an idea,” she said, voice husky with desire. I knew better than to question that and let her lead me to the bathroom.

Not exactly the sexiest place in the house, but I didn’t question it. Even when she pulled away from me and turned around, bending down to fiddle with something that I couldn’t see.

It wasn’t until I heard the water running into the tub that I realized what she was doing. Oh, so she wanted to play in the water, did she? Well I could accommodate that.

Once she had the water to a temperature she liked, she turned back to me, swaying sexily. I reached out, letting my hands rest on her hips as I pulled her back to me once more.

I let my head dip down, pressing a single kiss against her swollen lips before pulling her shirt up over her head.

She lifted her arms, aiding me, and I revealed her lacy camisole and the very top of her floral bra.

“Did you wear this for me?” I teased, letting my hand gently glide over the smooth curves of her skin, reveling in the feeling of warmth and silk there.

“No,” she said quickly, too quickly, before smiling sheepishly. “Maybe.”

“Uh-huh.”

Her hands reached up and she started to unbutton my own shirt. Although I had dressed somewhat casually, I still had gone with a somewhat but together look. But now I found myself cursing the fact that I chose clothing that wasn’t exactly easy to get out of.

Nicole, as if she had a guide on how to drive me crazy, leaned forward to kiss my chest every time she freed a button, going lower and lower until she was on her knees.

I pulled my shirt from my frame as her hands went to my pants. Considering that I didn’t have a belt on, she was able to undo all the fastenings on them much more quickly than she ever had before.

Looking up at me, there was an illicit sort of passion in her gaze that poured like lava over my mind. She gave me a bit of a smirk before pulling my pants right down and helping me step out of them.


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