Page 44 of The Hero + Vegas = No Regrets

“And they were so small, they don’t really remember him?” I have so many incredible memories of my dad, it’s difficult to fathom what life would have been like without him. Even though he wasn’t with us all the time, when he was, he was at the center of our world. I can’t imagine not having that.

“No, from their perspective, they grew up in a single-parent household with an annoying older brother.”

“I bet they don’t think you’re annoying,” I say.

“I’m sure they’ll tell you themselves when they meet you.”

“Did you work it out with your sister?”

“I’m meeting her tomorrow so we can formulate a plan. God, I hope she’s not trying to drop out. She’s so close to graduating.”

I take this opportunity to get up and put myself in his lap. “Hey,” I say.

“Hey,” he replies.

“So… you wanna make out?” I ask him, my eyes dropping to his lips and back up to his eyes.

“Yeah, I wanna make out,” he whispers, pulling my shirt up and over my head and running his hands over my bra. “This is pretty.”

It’s my nicest bra, bought in a Saks sale at seventy percent off thanks to my employee discount. It still cost me a fortune. “Thanks. It’s Italian.”

He reaches around my back and snaps the clasp open, then takes his time dragging the straps down my arms. He sets the pile of lace aside gently, always considerate, then pulls my legs to either side of his thighs.

We’ve been here before.

“I’m naked,” I say.

“Not naked enough.” He cups my breasts, pushing them up, squeezing my nipples. I feel myself getting wet. I’m just so ready for this guyall the time. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, licking and grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin until I’m writhing on his lap, grinding myself against him. He’s hard through the denim of his jeans and I’m impatient for him. I need him so deep that I can’t think about anything other than catching my breath. I arch my back at the thought that it won’t be long.

He unzips my skirt at the side and pulls it off over my head so I’m naked other than my panties, while he’s fully clothed. I reach down to rub my hand over his erection, but he catches my wrist.

“No,” he says. Firmly.

I gasp. Not because he’s chastised me, but because I like it.

He slides his index finger into my mouth, wetting it, then pushes it through my folds, over my throbbing sex.

He shakes his head. “So wet already. Is that what I do to you?”

I nod my head.

“You can’t wait to feel my cock sliding in there, can you?”

I whimper, and he removes his hand.

“Answer me,” he instructs.

“No,” I choke out.

“No what?”

“No, I can’t wait to feel you inside me, Worth.”

He growls appreciatively, lifts me, and somehow manages to remove my panties. I’m astride one leg now instead of both.

“I want to see how wet you are.” He grabs my ass and pulls me toward him, my pussy dragging over the denim of his jeans. He pushes me back and inspects the damp patch on his leg. I bite down on my lip and drag my gaze from his pants to meet his eyes.

“More,” he says simply.

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