AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Harrison’s hand on my ass stills. While I like playing for him once in a while, we’ve learned it’s best if I keep my work separate, but he’s noticed my firm words. “Why is that?”
I think of the news that’s been bubbling in my chest all night.
“Because I’ve committed to playing here for another six months.”
Harrison’s mouth parts in surprise. “Since fucking when?”
I bite my cheek. “This afternoon. I had a meeting with the owner, and we discussed it.”
Six months in one place. The penthouse Harrison found personally. Our luggage stored in the closet, Barney lounging on the carpet.
I can’t tell if he’s upset I didn’t let him in on it or simply stunned. At least not until he threads a hand into my hair and jerks me toward him, taking the kiss I planted on him before and raising it to straight-up tongue-fucking, audience or no.
The fact that I matter more to him than work makes me move into his lips, the invitation of his body, the way his arms drag me closer.
When we come up for air, he’s only looking at me.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt your business,” I pant, innocent. I flick a glance to the men who’ve started talking amongst themselves given the awkwardness.
Harrison’s eyes flash. “Business is over. I’m taking you home.”
“You want to wrestle for the good side of the bed?”
Harrison leans in to whisper against my ear. “You can have it. After I fuck you in it until you’re too sore to move.”
* * *
HARRISON
When we get back to our penthouse at the Wynn, Barney’s passed out on the carpet. He lifts his head as we enter, ears twitching while Raegan sets her bag on a hook, then flops back down.
“I’d say he’s adjusted rather well,” I comment, stretching my neck.
Rae steps out of her heels, groaning a little when her feet hit the carpet. “Why not? It feels like home.”
Some days I can’t believe she’s here—in front of me, beside me, under me. She is every bit the queen I never knew I wanted.
No, needed.
I shrug out of my jacket and toss it on the hall table without looking.
“When were you going to tell me you decided you wanted to stay?” I ask.
We’d talked about it as a possibility, but I didn’t want to pressure her. While we’re becoming more comfortable together with our routines as a couple, her career means being available to play to crowds all over the world.
It’s part of the job, and part of the thrill.
“Just recently. Everything I want is here.”
This is good news. I drag her against me. “Dinner at Picasso?” I think of the restaurant at the Bellagio.
“And shopping,” she deadpans breathily against my lips.
“But mostly...”
“...Barney,” she says.
The dog perks up once again.
