Page 98 of The Hero + Vegas = No Regrets

“You’ll have to come out and visit,” he says. Everyone starts asking him questions, but he keeps quiet, wrapping his scarf around his neck with a flourish. As he opens the door, a whoosh of cold air comes in and he announces, “Everything will be revealed. Good night and merry Christmas, my friends.”

With that, he disappears into the dark.

After hugs and promises of texts, calls, and visits over the next few days, Worth finally closes the door.

We’re alone.

At last.

I’m shaking, I want Worth so much. Heat radiates from between my thighs and I transfer my weight from foot to foot as I squirm under his stare.

“Come here,” he says.

I exhale a sharp breath.

“You seem a little wound up.”

“I want you,” I say, my voice breathy.

“Say it again.”

“I want you, Worth. Please.”

He closes his eyes in a long blink, like he’s savoring my words. Like he’s been waiting to hear them and now that he has, he can relax.

He cups my face in his hands and places a kiss on my lips. “Good girl.”

My nipples pebble against the lace of my bra and my breathing is labored. Everything he does makes me feel worshipped and desired and cherished. I smooth my hands up his chest and start to undo the buttons on his shirt. He pulls my hand into his and leads me upstairs. When we get to his bedroom, I realize I’ve never seen it before. It’s dark and grand and somehow doesn’t feel like him. There are dark gray velvet drapes at the windows and a brown leather couch at the end of the biggest bed I’ve ever seen. The sheets are a crisp white, with a velvet comforter folded at the bottom.

I glance at Worth, who’s watching me.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

“This room doesn’t feel like you,” I say. “Or maybe it’s a part of you I don’t know.”

“You know all of me,” he says. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

“I’m not worried,” I say, as he stalks over to me and slips his hands around my waist. “I know who you are in your heart, but we’re still getting to know each other.”

“In all the ways that don’t count,” he says. “I know you to your core, in all the ways that do.”

I smile and press my palm against his cheek. He always knows what to say to make me feel better.

He gathers my top and pulls it over my head. I shiver.

“You won’t be cold for long,” he says.

He releases the clasp of my bra and lets it drop to the floor. Worth catches my breasts in his hands, kneads them together and kisses me once quickly before flicking my nipples, making me gasp.

A small grin teases at his lips. “I know what you like,” he says, his words melting me like butter in a hot pan. He knows better than I do.

He kneels, undoes my jeans, and takes them off. I’m entirely naked standing in front of Worth, who’s fully clothed.

“Put your sweater back on.”

I frown, not knowing if I understand what he’s saying at first.

He just nods, as if to say,Yes, you heard me right.

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