Page 48 of Final Temptation
“Wow, Soph. You flashed the guy at the front desk so you could get one bed for us to shack up in?” Myles took a seat on the puffy white comforter, sporting a giant grin on his face.
I didn’t even think twice about asking how many beds were in the room. I was so focused on the upgrade that when he mentioned it was a ‘parlor’, my eyes got big. My vision for this weekend was to experience a vacation like I hadn’t ever before, so I didn’t think to ask for two beds.
“There must be a mistake.” I marched to the phone on the bedside table, picking it up.
“You going to call that guy down there and tell him youno longer want the room?” He shook his head before adding, “Put the phone down, Soph.” I walked away from the phone; my body reacting to his demand.
“I wanted an upgrade—something fancier, with a better view. I didn’t ask for one bed.” I didn’t care that we only had one bed in here; I wasn’t opposed to sharing. We’d slept in the same bed that one night he had a nightmare…and I left before he woke up.
I’ve sucked his dick for crying out loud.
But I didn’t want to assume he was okay with it. What if he preferred his own space?
“I like the view, it’s totally worth the upgrade. Plus, if you practically showed your tits to that guy, it’s only right that I get to be the one to sleep next to you.” I slapped his arm.
“I did not show my tits. I left a little to the imagination, okay? Are you sure you don’t mind? There’s a couch in the sitting room; I can crash on it to give you your own space? Or we can?—”
“Soph, shut up,” he cut me off. “You’re sleeping next to me, got it? You’re the one who offered to stay by my side all weekend, anyway, so I guess now, we are going to take that literally.” He pulled me down to the bed, his body now hovering over mine.
I swore they pumped pheromones into these hotels only to make you horny as shit.
Myles toyed with the top of my tank top, pulling it down just enough to show off the same amount of cleavage I showed the front desk worker. “We’re in Vegas, and I can only imagine the outfits you brought to parade around in. Show off all the cleavage you want, but you’re in my bed at the end of the night, remember that.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Suddenly, I wantedto forget this was a weekend for celebrating with our friends, and hole up in this sleek hotel room with Myles for the next couple days.
Myles brought his mouth down to my chest, nipping at the tops of my breasts.
I felt like a balloon ready to burst, and each moment of intimacy between us was another puff of air, becoming so full we’d pop at any minute.
The closer we became, the more I needed to know what havingall of himfelt like.
The Las VegasGods were smiling down on me. Granting Sophie and me one bed to share, in a place like Vegas? It was a recipe for a tragic rejection waiting to transpire, or a crazy, beautiful night only one could dream of happening.
My thumb brushed over the top of her chest. I couldn’t help the urge I had to sink my teeth into her, nipping and sucking at the area I claimed as mine. If she was going to walk around with her body on display while we were out, anyone who looked at her would damn well know who she belonged to.
A loud ring echoed throughout the hotel room, causing Sophie to jump. Her hand grabbed at my hair, removing me from the hold my mouth had on her perfectly round tits. “That’s my phone. It’s probably Paige. We were supposed to get changed and meet in the lobby to go to the pool.” Her breath was labored as she reached for her bag to retrieve her phone.
The corner of my mouth ticked up at the frazzled sound in her voice when she answered her cell. “Yeah, yeah, we will be right down,” she told who I could only assume was my future sister-in-law.
Sophie ended the call, her chest rising and falling. Mygaze wandered down her body at the red mark I’d left behind. Her eyes followed mine, gasping as she brought her hand up to the mark I made.
“How the hell am I supposed to wear my sluttiest bikini withthis?” I got off the bed, walked toward her, and bent down to kiss the mark lightly.
“You still do, Princess. The only difference is now you look like mine,” I whispered in her ear before retrieving my bag and heading into the bathroom to change for the pool.
We met in the lobby downstairs, and Sophie ordered an Uber to drive us the mile or so down the Strip to the Wynn. The hotel we were staying at was beautiful, but it didn’t have a casino or a pool meant for partying. She wanted to have a few surprises up her sleeve for Paige and Declan when it came to this trip, so venturing off to another location was ideal.
After checking in with the pool boys, they walked us to our cabana Sophie rented for the afternoon. Paige and Declan led the way, looking happier than ever to get this party started. We were here to celebrate them, and I had to admit, this was the first big life event or celebration I would have to do sober.
The thought had my stomach in knots.
I need Sophie more than I think she knows.
We all settled into the cabana, slipping off our shoes and swimsuit cover-ups, spraying sunblock on our exposed skin, and getting ready to dip into the pool.
Before we got too far, our cocktail server came over. “Hi,my name is Avery. I’ll be your go-to girl today. What can I bring you guys to drink? We also have a full-service food menu if you get hungry.” She wore a little red bikini and sneakers, her dark wavy hair down, and her blue eyes vibrant. The eye candy that any single guy in Vegas would drool over. She was hot as hell, but she had nothing on the bubbly blonde to my right. Old Myles would have taken the chance to flirt with her already, taking full control of the drink order to make myself stand out. The new me? The sober me? I couldn’t stop thinking about when I’d get to touch Sophie again.
“We will take a bucket of waters, throw a couple of sodas in there, and a plate of chicken fingers. BBQ sauce, please!” Sophie ordered.
