Money Shot by Selena Kitt, Lily Marie, Alyse Zaftig, Jamie Klaire, Kinsey Grey, Ambrielle Kirk, Marie Carnay, Holly Stone, Cynthia Dane, Alexis Adaire, Anita Snowflake, Eve Kaye, Janessa Davenport, Linnea May, Ruby Harper, Sasha Storm, Tamsin Flowers, Tori White
Authors: Selena Kitt, Lily Marie, Alyse Zaftig, Jamie Klaire, Kinsey Grey, Ambrielle Kirk, Marie Carnay, Holly Stone, Cynthia Dane, Alexis Adaire, Anita Snowflake, Eve Kaye, Janessa Davenport, Linnea May, Ruby Harper, Sasha Storm, Tamsin Flowers, Tori White
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had a telescope, anyway.
“Let’s go swimming.” Dorian opened the door leading to the pool, waving her through.
Jodie couldn’t believe the view. She could see every hotel on the strip, all lit up. You could probably see them from space, she thought, conscious of Dorian’s eyes on her as she held onto the handrail and dipped her toes in. It was like bath water.
“Go ahead.” He smiled, unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ll join you in a moment.”
Jodie waded in, watching as he went back inside. The pool was a giant rectangle with two adjacent wings. The end of the rectangle hung out over the edge, enclosed with some sort of clear glass or plastic. She was desperate to see that view and swam out to the very end, her stomach doing flip flops as she looked down at the street below where everything was microscopic.
She could see Caesar’s Palace in the distance and wondered what the girls were doing. Probably speculating about what she was doing. Going back and telling them in the morning would be quite an experience, she was sure. Although, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be telling them everything.
“Say cheese.”
Jodie turned and Dorian snapped a picture with her phone. He was down to a pair of boxers and that fact interested her far more than the fact he’d just taken a picture of her half-naked in the Palms penthouse pool with her phone.
“Water’s warm.” She waved him in, realizing he probably already knew that.
“Temperature controlled,” he explained as he waded in toward her. “I like it warm.”
“Me too.” She leaned back against the glass, watching him approach. And she’d thought the man was beautiful in a suit? She liked the Dorian Cole who swept her into his arms and drove around in a Bugatti, but she was liking this stripped down Dorian Cole just as much—maybe more—as he gave up walking, fighting the water, and dove under.
He popped up beside her, his curly hair slicked back, water dripping off his nose and chin. The water wasn’t deep—not even five feet, but they sank low, their heads bobbing above the surface, Jodie’s dark hair spreading around her shoulders like a fan.
“What are you thinking?” she asked as he reached over to brush a wet strand of hair from her cheek.
“That I haven’t taken a strange girl back to my room since…” His voice trailed off, his gaze shifting away, off into the distance, looking past the strip, through it.
“Since…?”
“Two years.” He met her eyes. “I’ve been celibate two years.”
“Celibate.” She blinked in surprise. “As in…?”
“No relationships. No dates. No… anything.”
“But… why?”
“I was very, very foolish.” He chuckled, moving to take her in his arms. She liked it there, floating in the water, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. “Now I realize what I’ve been missing.”
“You know, I’m not that strange,” she countered, kissing water droplets off his broad shoulders.
“You’re not strange at all.” He moved slowly through the water, carrying her with him. “Actually, you’re oddly familiar.”
“Do I remind you of someone?” That would actually explain a lot, she reasoned. Maybe she looked like an old girlfriend or lover—or wife?
“No.” He smiled. “I just feel… like I know you.”
“You don’t know me at all,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Oh I beg to differ.” He cocked one eyebrow. “You’re a very good editor for Simon & Schuster. You’re not used to wearing fancy dresses and high heels. You’re incredibly lucky at dice. You have sisters who you used to beat at Yahtzee.”
She had to laugh at that. So he’d overheard her talking and had a good memory.
“You’re a very good friend.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “And you like cupcakes. And waffles.”
“Muffins too,” she added. “Any carb
“Let’s go swimming.” Dorian opened the door leading to the pool, waving her through.
Jodie couldn’t believe the view. She could see every hotel on the strip, all lit up. You could probably see them from space, she thought, conscious of Dorian’s eyes on her as she held onto the handrail and dipped her toes in. It was like bath water.
“Go ahead.” He smiled, unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ll join you in a moment.”
Jodie waded in, watching as he went back inside. The pool was a giant rectangle with two adjacent wings. The end of the rectangle hung out over the edge, enclosed with some sort of clear glass or plastic. She was desperate to see that view and swam out to the very end, her stomach doing flip flops as she looked down at the street below where everything was microscopic.
She could see Caesar’s Palace in the distance and wondered what the girls were doing. Probably speculating about what she was doing. Going back and telling them in the morning would be quite an experience, she was sure. Although, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be telling them everything.
“Say cheese.”
Jodie turned and Dorian snapped a picture with her phone. He was down to a pair of boxers and that fact interested her far more than the fact he’d just taken a picture of her half-naked in the Palms penthouse pool with her phone.
“Water’s warm.” She waved him in, realizing he probably already knew that.
“Temperature controlled,” he explained as he waded in toward her. “I like it warm.”
“Me too.” She leaned back against the glass, watching him approach. And she’d thought the man was beautiful in a suit? She liked the Dorian Cole who swept her into his arms and drove around in a Bugatti, but she was liking this stripped down Dorian Cole just as much—maybe more—as he gave up walking, fighting the water, and dove under.
He popped up beside her, his curly hair slicked back, water dripping off his nose and chin. The water wasn’t deep—not even five feet, but they sank low, their heads bobbing above the surface, Jodie’s dark hair spreading around her shoulders like a fan.
“What are you thinking?” she asked as he reached over to brush a wet strand of hair from her cheek.
“That I haven’t taken a strange girl back to my room since…” His voice trailed off, his gaze shifting away, off into the distance, looking past the strip, through it.
“Since…?”
“Two years.” He met her eyes. “I’ve been celibate two years.”
“Celibate.” She blinked in surprise. “As in…?”
“No relationships. No dates. No… anything.”
“But… why?”
“I was very, very foolish.” He chuckled, moving to take her in his arms. She liked it there, floating in the water, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. “Now I realize what I’ve been missing.”
“You know, I’m not that strange,” she countered, kissing water droplets off his broad shoulders.
“You’re not strange at all.” He moved slowly through the water, carrying her with him. “Actually, you’re oddly familiar.”
“Do I remind you of someone?” That would actually explain a lot, she reasoned. Maybe she looked like an old girlfriend or lover—or wife?
“No.” He smiled. “I just feel… like I know you.”
“You don’t know me at all,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Oh I beg to differ.” He cocked one eyebrow. “You’re a very good editor for Simon & Schuster. You’re not used to wearing fancy dresses and high heels. You’re incredibly lucky at dice. You have sisters who you used to beat at Yahtzee.”
She had to laugh at that. So he’d overheard her talking and had a good memory.
“You’re a very good friend.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “And you like cupcakes. And waffles.”
“Muffins too,” she added. “Any carb
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