Page 35 of The Hero + Vegas = No Regrets

“I’m trying to make you feel a small fraction of what you make me feel.”

“I couldn’t feel anything more than I do at this moment. You would just have to bite down on that lip again and it would push me over the edge.”

I can’t help myself. The idea that I could have power over thisoh-so-powerfulman is too tempting. I lick my lips and bite down.

He groans and thrusts up, up, up before collapsing on top of me.

I don’t even catch my breath before he’s moving. Cool air hits my body, goose bumps smattering my skin. I yearn for him back. In only seconds, I miss how he keeps me covered, keeps me warm, keeps me safe.

I hear the sound of something hitting the trash and then the tear of a condom wrapper.

Again?

His thighs hit mine and he lifts me and throws me back onto the mattress. He crawls over me, his eyes greedy.

“I’m hard again,” he growls. “What are you doing to me?”

He lifts my knee and looks between my thighs, like he’s inspecting me. And I’m his to inspect. It feels like he peeled off every layer of me until he got to the core. Like he sees everything, all of it, even parts of me I didn’t know existed.

He knows me.

His eyes lock on mine as he pushes into me, and I feel a mixture of relief and rapture and total goddamn bliss.

“Feel that?” he asks. His jugular pulses in his neck and his jaw tightens.

I smooth my finger over his lips and sigh. “I feel everything.” I’ve never done drugs, but I imagine this is what it feels like—everything brighter, more, better.

“It’s fucking perfection.”

I’m mesmerized by the rhythm of his hips pushing into me, over and over, the muscles in his arms flexing as he holds me in place. He’s big in every sense, but so gentle. So kind. So incredibly sexy.

He grinds deeper and it catches my breath. “Worth,” I gasp. “It’s so deep. So deep.”

He pushes in again and heaves out a breath like he can’t quite believe what he’s feeling.

Sliding his hand up my body, his gaze flits between his fingers and my eyes. Every touch ratchets up my bliss and I feel like I’ll pass out if he doesn’t stop. He anchors his hand on my waist and shoves up inside me. His sharp, fast movements shift things and I lose control.

I’m vaguely aware of the noises I’m making, but I can’t stop. I can’t worry about who can hear. I can’t do anything but feel.

He leans over me, his stubbled cheek against mine, and whispers in my ear, “I want to do this forever.”

My orgasm starts to vibrate around his dick and pushes outward, down, deep in my belly, and across and over my entire body.

He groans in my ear and tenses on top of me, his orgasm hitting a second after mine.

I wrap my arms and legs around him, wanting to pull him closer, wanting to float up and into him. Wanting to stay just like this for as long as I can.

TEN

Sophia

Jules looks absolutely gorgeous sitting in her robe, sipping a glass of champagne while a makeup artist perfects her bridal look.

“Considering how hard we’ve partied the last couple of nights, we all look fantastic,” Efa says, putting her earrings in. They’re small diamond studs. Bennett is just as rich as all the rest of them, but it’s nice that she’s chosen such modest jewelry.

“You look fantastic because you’re thirteen,” Jules says.

“We are practically the same age,” she says.

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