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At least…we both know what my intentions are. Whether it turns out to be more than that remains to be seen.
I lean in and slide my palm around her neck, pulling her toward me as my lips move down to hers.
She lets out a little moan of surprise, spurring me on as her hand comes up to cup my jaw.
I like being this close to her. I like the feel of her lips beneath mine, warm and welcoming as I open my mouth and slide my tongue along hers.
She’s tentative and sweet, her mouth like candy under mine, a little tart from the cranberry flavor left behind from her drink. But then she swirls her tongue around mine, and she reaches up to grip the sleeve of my shirt or maybe to grip my bicep, I’m not sure, as if she has to hold on because this kiss is knocking her clean off her feet even though she’s already sitting.
Jesus Christ.
It’s knocking me clean off my feet, too.
I feel a weird sensation start to spread through my chest, a warmth where I’ve only felt a chill.
She’s cracking my resolve with just a kiss.
Who the hell is this woman?
She doesn’t seem like the kind of girl who goes back to random ballers’ hotel rooms, and yet, here she is, heading toward the Palms with the newest player on the Vegas Aces.
I think I could get used to this whole Vegas scene pretty damn fast.
She holds onto me as I deepen the kiss with urgency, and if we weren’t in the back of a car, I’d be urging her onto my lap and pulling her as close as I could get her.
Instead, we’re making out in the back of an Uber, and it’s about to get indecent in here as my incredibly hard cock begs me to take this further than just a kiss. I think about grabbing her hand and placing it there to show her how hard she’s making me, but something stops me.
I’m not sure what.
I’ve never been prompted to stop before—not even in the back of an Uber.
I’m about to slide my palm down from her neck toward her tits when I seem to snap out of it.
She deserves better than a quick grope in the back of someone else’s car. I’m not sure I could say that about some of my previous conquests, but there’s a refined beauty about this girl I’ve not seen in the women I’ve taken back to my hotel rooms in the past.
Instead of pulling away, I slow the kiss. I keep my mouth pressed to hers for a few beats as I put my tongue away, closing my mouth, and I nip a few extra kisses at her lips before I pull back. Her eyes open slowly, and she looks…
Damn.
She looks as horny as I feel.
Her lips are red and a little puffy from our intense kiss, and her eyes are heavy as they land on mine. Her lips curl up a little, and then she whispers, “I can’t believe Grayson Nash just kissed me.”
One side of my mouth lifts in a lazy smile. “Grayson Nash is going to do a whole hell of a lot more than just kiss you, Cookie.”
A whole hell of a lot more.
Chapter 7: Ava Maxwell
I Probably Should’ve Told Him
A text from Kelly interrupts me just as I’m getting out of the back of the Uber. I glance quickly at the screen.
Kelly: You okay? You sure about all this?
I know why she’s asking.
I just broke up with Colin last night, and tonight I’m heading to Grayson Nash’s hotel room with him under no pretense that we’re going up to his room as old friends even though he’s taking me to dinner first.
