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Emma spun around; her face flushed. She cocked an eyebrow, picking up the hem of her top to expose her pierced belly button. “Yeah. You want it back?”
The sass ran so deep with this one. Instead of answering, he bolted into the bathroom and locked the door, for her sake just as much as his. He stripped and turned the water on. His dick was so hard, it nearly slapped his stomach once it was freed. Stepping into the scalding water, he gripped the base, squeezing tight. He braced one arm against the tub, leaning his forehead on the cold tiles. Closing his eyes, he rubbed up and down his shaft and imagined a woman on her knees. Toned thighs, squeezing from the pleasure of sucking him off. Her tits hard enough to cut diamonds. Her fingers pinching and pulling as her strawberry-colored lips wrapped around him, sucking him deep into her throat.
Link groaned, working himself up, continuing the fantasy. He’d reach down and cup her jaw, thrusting his hips forward until he hit the back of her throat. She’d hum, the vibration tickling his balls, sending a thrill of desire shooting up his spine.
His mouth parted, panting as he pumped faster, squeezing harder. Golden hair wrapped around his fist as he fucked her mouth. So close. He was almost there. Pleasure gathered at the base of his tingling spine. His balls drew up.
She pulled away, her hands replacing her mouth, continuing the rhythm. Her blue eyes opened and stared up at him, a wily smirk crossing her face. Fuck, it was Emma. Emma was the woman in his fantasy. “Come on me. Mark me. Make me yours.”
He couldn’t hold back, exploding all over the side of the shower. He groaned into his arm, trying to muffle the sound of coming the hardest he’d ever orgasmed by himself—and with any woman. It didn’t help the whole bathroom smelled like her and whatever strawberry shampoo she used. That fruity scent saturated the air, making it impossible to think of anyone else.
His chest heaved as he caught his breath. He waited for the shame to come, but it didn’t.
Cleaning up, he finished his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Staring into the foggy mirror, he shook his head at his reflection.
I need to get laid—and not by Emma.
17
Emma
The last two days, Link had barely said a word to Emma. He’d been quiet and broody through Colorado and past the Nevada border.
“You work on any fun projects recently?” Emma asked, turning down the alternative rock station playing.
“Not really,” Link said before he flicked the radio back up, effectively ending the conversation as he steered them along the Las Vegas strip.
“Right here,” Emma yelled over the music.
Link followed her directions into the front of a large casino and hotel. She shut the music off as a man in a uniform opened her door and another walked around to Link’s side.
“Valet parking.” She winked and climbed out. Speaking to the concierge, she pointed to the trunk. “We have two bags and a guitar. Take extra care of that, please.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“There’s also a mesh bag with dirty laundry. Please see that it’s taken care of and returned to our room. The reservation is under Emma Sterling.”
“As you wish, Miss Sterling.” He gave her a little bow before attending to her instructions. When she turned, Link was staring at her, slack-jawed.
“Come on. Let’s make use of the perks of being famous.” She led him inside as his eyes widened, taking in the large, elegant lobby. There were fancy white couches and opulence in every direction you looked. Gold embellishments adorned the walls and marble pillars in the grand entryway. Men were dressed in expensive suits and women in fancy dresses with heels that clacked on the shiny marble floors as they passed them.
She was far out of her element, but she’d gotten used to the snubs from her travels. From the side-eyes and noses upturned at her simple Converse, the other patrons wanted her to know she didn’t belong.
Emma approached the woman at the counter. The lady’s smile didn’t waver as her eyes skimmed over their plain-clothes appearance. “Welcome to the Glass Castle Hotel and Casino. Can I help you, miss?”
Emma smiled. “I hope so. I have a reservation under Emma Sterling. Should be two suites.”
Her eyes scanned the computer as she clicked keys. “Of course, Miss Sterling, we have you all set with the specifics you requested. Here are your keys. Do you need a list of the amenities?”
“No, thanks.” Emma accepted the black cards from her hand before giving one to Link.
“Okay, well, the concierge will have your bags delivered to rooms ten thirty and ten thirty-two. Is there anything else you need?”
“Nope.”
“I’ll charge the card on file for any of your other needs or damages.” The woman’s eyes focused on Link as she spoke the last.
Emma grit her teeth.
