Page 49 of It Happened in Vegas

"I got you. Don’t hold back," he whispered. "Let go for me."

One more stroke, and my body clenched around him. Relief coming in waves, but not for long.

He buried his face between my thighs. "Want to taste you. Come for me again. This time scream my name."

My world narrowed to the feel of him and everything he was doing to me. He groaned and picked up the pace, flicking his tongue like it forked, driving fingers into me harder, deeper. Never stopping until I became a trembling mess.

“Oh, Keaton. Fuck Keaton.”

He groaned, lifting back up and sliding himself deep inside of me again until our cries tangled in the dark competing with the sound of our skin meeting, the slick friction, the hotel headboard knocking on the wall. My nails raked his back, needing to hold onto something as he drove us both over the edge.

He stilled, growling, “Soph, fuck, so good.”

We collapsed together, sweaty and tangled, heartbeats racing, chests rising and falling. He brushed the damp hair from my face and kissed me—soft and sweet. Not rushed.

Gazing into his eyes was almost too much.

I’d exposed parts of myself—physically, yes, but something deeper too. The fan girl. The woman who wanted more but was terrified to ask for it.

And there were still things he didn’t know about me.

That scared me.

Because this wasn’t just about sex.

I wanted him to see all of me—more than I’d ever shown any man.

I needed him to want more than my body, more than the sounds he pulled from my throat, but to want my forever, too.

Only then could I give him everything.

His eyes searched mine—quiet, unreadable.

"You okay?" he asked, voice husky, hand still cradling my cheek.

I nodded, breathless. "Better than okay."

He grinned. "That’s good. ‘Cause I’m not done with you yet."

I chuckled. “Give a stalker a minute to catch up, why don’t you.”

“Gladly.”

We curled into each other, the sheets warm and messy around us.

No cameras.

No beer branding.

Just us.

He’d awakened a possibility between us I never expected, and now, I wanted it all.

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PROPOSAL OF SORTS

SOPHIE

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