Page 92 of Finding New Dreams

I almost rolled my eyes. Was it really that obvious? Maybe just to the guys. I hadn’t exactly been subtle with my texting and rushing out to say goodnight to Rose last night.

But the last thing I needed was Wyatt’s know-it-all sheriff look, so I pretended I didn’t see him standing with Louis, Owen, and Carter at the bar. I simply texted him not to wait up for me. That should be good enough.

Rose stood with Gina and Sarah close by, but they were talking animatedly about something, and I didn’t want to interrupt. Especially not to carry her off like a caveman.

Instead, I walked out of the casino without drawing any attention to myself. Once I reached the bank of elevators, I stood off to the side and texted her.

Flynn: Told Chloe I was turning in for the night. Thought I’d hang out by the elevators in case a beautiful woman in a red dress wanted to take me up to her suite and have her way with me.

I waited a few moments, but she didn’t text back. Not wanting to look like I was skulking around, I sat in one of the large green armchairs close to the elevators. That was one of the best things about cellphones: If I had my eyes glued to mine, no one would question what I was doing there.

Mindlessly scrolling through a few social media apps, I darted a few quick glances toward the casino.

Not even two minutes later, Rose rushed out of the casino, the beaded fringe on her dress swinging wildly. She smiled when she spotted me. I stood up and stowed my phone as she came to a stop in front of me.

We stood there for a moment, staring at each other.

“I believe you were waiting for a woman in red?” she asked.

The corners of my mouth slowly curved up. I rolled a strand of her dress’s beads through my fingers. “I was waiting for you.”

Her pupils dilated, and she grabbed my hand. “Then come with me.”

She pulled me to the elevators just as a group of people looking like the cast of The Great Gatsby stepped out of one. We hurried inside before the doors lumbered shut.

“Which floor?” I asked.

“Twenty. The top.”

I grinned. “Perfect.”

I jabbed the button and snatched her up in my arms. She gasped into my mouth as I kissed her with all the feral energy raging through me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she kissed me back with a wild abandon that drew a groan from deep within my chest. My hands slid from her bared thighs to her round ass. I dug my fingers into the soft flesh. Thong.

I growled and pulled her against me, harder.

She whimpered. “Flynn.”

A bell pinged through the fog of desire swamping my mind. In a blink, I shifted so her feet hit the floor, then backed her into a corner, using my body as a shield. She’d adjusted most of the damage I’d done to her clothes by the time the doors groaned open.

An older couple stood on the other side. The woman giggled, covering her mouth. The man raised an eyebrow at me and looked back to Rose, who smiled at him as she picked up her purse. She must’ve dropped it at some point.

The old man smiled back at her and nodded to me as if satisfied I wasn’t kidnapping Rose. I grinned and held the doors open so Rose could exit first and the couple could enter.

“Young man!”

I looked back just as the old man slung my fedora to me like a frisbee. I caught it. “Thank you!”

They waved as the doors shut.

We burst into laughter. Rose fanned herself with her hand. “I’ve never done something like that before. I didn’t even realize the elevator had stopped.”

A strand of hair fell across her cheek, and I brushed it away, caressing her soft skin. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist any longer.”

She smiled. “Don’t be sorry. I’m certainly not.”

“Good.” I kept sweeping my thumb over her cheek.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

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