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  It wasn’t that I hadn’t cared what she was saying but, I had other things going through my fucking head.

  As she lifted her martini glass toward her lips, I stared at the diamond ring that screamed she was fucking taken. I slightly tipped my lips up, because she was mine. And she would be…forever. With that thought, I observed my woman’s hips bounce back and forth to the live band, Falling Down. I loved that she was having a great time but, damn, I wanted so bad to go back to the room and fuck her.

  We’d been here for over an hour and consumed enough food and drinks for my liking. It was time to spring my awesome fucking idea on her.

  “No?” I called to her over the loud music.

  Hips still moving, she turned to me. “Yeah?”

  I moved in closer to her and put a hand on her hip, “How opposed are you to letting Elvis marry us?”

  Her eyes grew wide and she set her glass down on the bar. Turning her full attention to me, she whispered, “What?”

  “You heard me, baby.” I smiled at her.

  “Are you serious, Chase?” her voice was a mix between disbelief and concern.

  I took her left hand off the bar’s edge and began to twirl the engagement ring around her finger. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

  “When?” she breathed out.

  “Right now.”

  “Oh my god!” she squealed and shouted, “I’m going to get married by a fake Elvis!”

  The people around us began to hoot and give their blessings. I grabbed her hand before she could change her mind and began to walk quickly toward the exit.

  “The girls are gonna be so pissed,” she giggled with excitement.

  * * *

  We walked into a little chapel, if that’s what you want to call it; looked more like a fucking Elvis shrine to me. But I didn’t give a fuck because, in just a short time, Naomi McAllister would be Naomi Black, my wife. And that…made my life fucking complete.

  “Oh,” the woman from behind the counter that resembled Dolly Parton cooed. “Look at how stunning you two look.”

  “Thank you,” Naomi said and smiled at me.

  The woman came around the corner of the counter and snatched Naomi’s hand and made her twirl as she hummed. “Girl, you are gorgeous.”

  “Uh, we’d like to get married,” I called over to the woman fussing about my girl.

  “Oh yes,” she scurried back behind the counter and pulled out a huge binder and began her sales pitch.

  After a few minutes of listening to package after package, I let my girl pick what she’d wanted and it was exactly what I would’ve chosen. A simple nuptial without the mugs and hats. Who the fuck needs a hat with a picture of yourself plastered all over it?

  Jesus!

  “We’re getting married, Chase,” Naomi bounced in front of me as we waited for them to call us.

  “I know, baby.” I smiled at her.

  “Are you sure you wanna go through with this?” she asked in warning.

  “Fuck yeah. But,” I paused and when I watched her beautiful features fall, I quickly spit out, “Lane and Russell are gonna have a fucking field day with this.”

  “You getting married?” she asked with a tilt of her head.

  “No, getting married by a fake fucking Elvis.”

  Naomi busted out laughing and I couldn’t help but laugh with her. My girl was happy and that made me fucking happy.

  “Hubba hubba,” a short man called from a distance.

  Then the Dolly Parton look-alike shouted, “You’re up!” And turned to the short man that did not resemble Elvis one bit but was sure as fuck rockin’ the satin seventies jumpsuit.

  “Hello happy couple,” the man approached us and went on, “my name is Henry.”

  “Oh,” Naomi shouted excitedly. “That’s my dogs name.”

  I chuckled because everyone knows that you don’t tell a person they have the same name as your dog. But, my woman did and I loved that about her.

  Standing at the alter watching my woman walk down the aisle to Elvis’s Fools Rush In was a surreal moment. But the smile on her face made it all too fucking perfect. She reached me and I automatically grabbed her hands in mine.

  “Slow down,” Henry said to me with a smile.

  I scowled at him and he muttered, “Alrighty then.”

  “Repeat after me,” he said as he looked to Naomi and she did.

  “I, Naomi McAllister, take you, Chase Black, to be my lawfully wedded husband,” a tear fell from her eye. “Before these witnesses, I vow to love you and care for you as long as we both shall live.” A broken sob hitched her words as she continued. “I…take you, with all your faults and strengths, as I offer myself to you with all my faults and strengths. I will help you when you need help, and turn to you when I need help. I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life.” She finished with a huge grin, sliding the cheap wedding band onto my left ring finger as tears slowly covered her cheeks.

  I raised my hand and ran my thumb along her cheek, and began repeating Henry.

  “I, Chase Black, take you, Naomi McAllister, to be my lawfully wedded wife,” I grinned at her. “Before these witnesses, I vow to fucking love you and care for you as long as we both shall live. I take you, with all your fucking faults and strengths, baby, as I offer myself to you completely with all my faults and strengths. I will always fucking help you when you need help, and without a fucking doubt, turn to you when I need help. I choose you, my girl, as the person with whom I will spend my life.” I slid the equally cheap wedding band that the chapel provided for us onto her finger next to her engagement ring.

  Just as Henry started saying, “By the power vested in me by the laws of the state of Nevada, I take great pride and pleasure as I declare you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride.”

  But I had already started kissing the shit out of my wife as patrons yelled, “Happy new year!”

  So, I ended one year kissing my bride and started the new one, the same fucking way.

  Life was so goddamned fucking perfect.

  THE END

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  Prologue

  She stood only a few feet away. Almost within reaching distance and my hands ached to touch her. They ached to feel her soft delicate skin beneath my fingertips as I trailed them up her thigh, just beneath the hem of the short skirt she wore.

  She had stockings on, sexy sheer material with black-laced tops. I knew this because her skirt had risen enough that I was getting just a small tease of what laid beneath.

  Reaching out for her I hooked her thigh and pulled her closer, pushing the material of her skirt even higher, and exposing the roundness of her ass.

  “Mm,” she moaned, arching her back and pushing her plump backside out further.

  Slipping my fingers beneath the silky material of her panties I squeezed her ass appreciatively.

  The woman had an amazing body.

  “Come here,” I said turning her and directing her toward my lap as I leaned back in my chair allowing her the space.

  Lifting one leg up, she placed it over my thighs, and in the process gave me an open view of her silk panties that covered the very spot I craved.

  I wanted to taste her, feel her moist center wrapped tightly around my hard cock as I drove into her harder and deeper.

  “Did you lock the door?” I asked her.

  “Yes.” She practically panted the word.

  Hooking my hand on the back of her neck I pulled her closer, pressing my lips to hers in a demanding kiss.

  I thought of this moment often, fantasized about it even.

  She was an addiction I couldn’t talk about. Something I craved but couldn’t share with others.

  She was a fo
rbidden attraction.

  One that I had been warned off from, but was finding it harder to resist.

  She rotated her hips, grinding against my hardness. Her warm center heating me through her panties.

  I could smell her arousal and it was like an aphrodisiac, one that was driving me, making me forget all common sense. The consequences of my actions no longer mattered because all I could see was her. All I could smell was her.

  Without further thought or delay I gripped her hips and lifted her from my lap.

  Within seconds I had her panties around her ankles, her back turned toward me and I was pushing her down toward my desktop.

  She went with ease, arching her ass out to me so I could see her slick folds glistening in the lighting of my office.

  She wanted this, she was practically begging for it.

  “Is this what you want?” I asked her as I lowered my own pants. “What you crave?”

  Fisting my cock in my hand I pressed the head against her opening and she gasped.

  “Is this what you need?” I asked again pushing my hips forward only enough to give her a small tease of what was to come.

  “Yes,” she panted.

  “Have you imagined this as often as I? Have you dreamt of me being inside you?” I was only prolonging the inevitable, I knew this, but I was enjoying the tease.

  My body hummed with such an intense need that my legs shook with anticipation.

  “You want me inside of this beautiful body, don’t you?” I asked already knowing the answer by practically salivating to hear the words from her sweet lips.

  “Oh god, yes,” she whimpered as I pressed the head of my cock to her opening once more.

  “For me to take you, for me to devour you and make you scream out my name.” She was so slick with need that my cock was gliding over her with ease.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Please, what?” I cooed.

  “Please,” she panted, “fuck me.”

  I never knew hearing those two words falling from a woman’s mouth would be such a turn on, but they were.

  My cock twitched and my dick ached to be deep within.

  Without another moment of hesitation I pressed against her opening and in one swift move, I was seated deep inside.

  She moaned loudly and sagged against the desktop, spreading her arms out wide seeking leverage.

  I began moving my hips as her warm juices covered me.

  She was so turned on, her moans filtered through the silence mixed with whispers of my name and a few sultry vulgarities, expressing her obvious state of bliss.

  I pumped my hips harder and faster.

  God she felt so fucking good.

  “Sir.” I tried to drown out the annoying voice that called out for me.

  “Sir.” A hand squeezed my shoulder and I grew angry that someone actually had the nerve to interrupt my current situation. Another shake and then a loud clinking of something glass startled me and my body jerked in surprise.

  I looked around trying my best to clear the images in my head.

  Immediately growing embarrassed when I realized where I was.

  Aboard a flight to Vegas I sat in first class. The dream I was having was so vivid. It was almost as if I could still feel her warm pussy wrapped around my cock, which only made me twitch once again.

  Which, of course, only triggered a thought as I looked down toward my lap and confirmed what I had already known.

  Looking back up once again at the flight attendant I knew it was at that point--too late to hide it. There I sat at full mast, sporting the biggest erection I’d had in as long as I could remember and I had one dark-haired beauty to blame.

  I was really in trouble.

  Chapter 1

  Gage

  I should have been focusing on the fight that was taking place only a few hundred feet away. I had a job to do and it was, after all, the only reason I was currently at the MGM in Las Vegas anyway.

  The excitement of the crowd around me, the hammering of the mat beneath the fighters’ feet as they moved around the ring, both fighting for the title. The look of dedication, determination and dominance on both their faces. A drive of pure power, feeding their movements, it was an adrenaline rush.

  All of those things filled the space around me, shouts of excitement coming from every direction. The smell of sweat and greed was overwhelming to my senses.

  A pure rush of desire for the win, written on all the faces that filled the arena.

  It was addictive, yes. But I was still finding it hard to focus on it all.

  Gavin was one hell of a fighter. And on any other day it would be almost impossible not to be solely focused on him when he was in action.

  But instead my mind was filled with images of her. Images that I knew damn well I shouldn’t be having about my boss’s daughter.

  Uncontrollable fantasies of her moaning in my ear, kissing my neck as my hands roamed over her tight body. It was something I found myself lost in often, that fantasy world of only her and me. A place where I could do anything I wanted to her, pulling every bit of pleasure I could from her, without consequence.

  It was a place I wished for often.

  She sat only a few seats away, completely aware of what she was doing to me. It was written all over her face. The little minx was torturing me, doing her best to gain my attention.

  She’d been torturing me for weeks, months even.

  She knew the score.

  She knew her and I could never happen, at least if I wanted to hold on to my job it couldn’t. I’d told her a number of times, but it didn’t stop her advances. I think it actually made her need to conquer only grow stronger.

  She flirted with the guy to her left, laughing at his words leaning in closer to hear his words fully. Only I knew that was all an act. A way to gain a reaction out of me. A few times I caught her shooting a glance over her shoulder as if she was making sure I was paying attention.

  It was all a game of taunt.

  Dangling the possibility of her with another man in front of my face, hoping that it would gain a reaction out of me.

  I did my best to hide the effect she was having on me but even I knew I was failing. I wanted her so badly and the idea of her with another man set off a fire inside me.

  I was torn with what I should do, and what was the right thing to do.

  But the game she was playing was a dangerous one, she had to know that.

  What being with her could cost me.

  I could feel the hum in my body, just from her presence alone. It was impossible to tame, because I felt as if it consumed me, took over and I was drowning in her beauty.

  Each time she turned I swear I could fucking smell that sweet scent that followed me around the office, each time she visited. A scent I found both comforting and appealing.

  In a past life I must have done something awful to be faced with the kind of daily torment Shay put me through. Because she was a fighter and I knew it was only a matter of time until she brought me to my knees.

  She wouldn’t give up. She wouldn’t allow me to just walk away from her and pretend that what we were both feeling toward one another was nothing more than a simple attraction.

  It was so much more.

  She was a beauty. So beautiful it was at times hard to breathe in her presence.

  Tall and slender, with long dark hair that fell to the center of her back. A natural wave that made it appear thick and full. Hair I had imagined fisting in my hands more times than I can count, while I did naughty as fuck things to her body.

  On the outside Shay Hendricks appeared innocent and pure, but I knew different. She may have fooled her father, but she had not fooled me.

  She was fully aware of her beauty. Of her appeal.

  She played it right, and I could see it in her eyes that she understood her effects on me.

  Maybe tonight should be the night I stop fighting what I wanted from the very first moment she stepped into my of
fice in that blue dress, and those fuck me heels to match. The reaction my body had in that moment was something I have never felt before, even for Marcy, my ex-wife.

  I turned my gaze back toward the fight and tried to focus on it instead, but with each kick, each punch, my adrenaline only coursed through me at faster speeds making me want to ease the ache I felt for her even more.

  Denying myself only made me want her more. I knew one taste would never be enough, so I refused to even take that one. I knew Shay would be addicting, and in the end, it would only make my life a living hell.

  I stood from my chair and began moving toward the exit.

  The need for a break was demanding. I felt like I was suffocating in her presence.

  I needed some space.

  Before I did something I may regret later.

  Chapter 2

  Shay

  I was hyperaware of his presence.

  It was almost as if I could feel his eyes on me, burning a hole in me.

  It both excited me and terrified me.

  But the desire I felt in the presence of Gage Reynolds outweighed every other feeling.

  And yes, I may have been torturing him on purpose, but I was tired of him fighting against this attraction I know we both felt. I refused to let him pretend he didn’t want me. I could see it in the way he looked at me. The way he’d get lost, just staring at me with a look of desire in his eyes.

  I wasn’t invited to attend the fight, not technically. My trip to Las Vegas was a spur of the moment decision, even though I used my dad’s pull to get in to the fight and the gala after. I was in full seduction mode, and I had no intention of giving up until I got exactly what I came here for.

  Gage Reynolds.

  Dark hair, eyes so bluish grey they almost resembled the color of ash. So many nights I had dreamt of those very eyes looking at me as his naked body hovered above my own.