when I tugged on his hair.
His hands crossed my back, pulling me closer to him. Our kiss so deep there was little air. His lips moved to the corner of my mouth, forehead pressing to mine as he sucked in ragged breaths. His fingers trailed a soft caress over the bare skin on my shoulders and arms.
“Babe, I love you.” He breathed between kisses over my chin.
Somehow my gasps for air were melting into shudders, holding back the tears that threatened. I had been the queen at using sex to distract from the real issues. I feared that’s what this was.
“Talk to me,” my voice pulled as I begged, straining under the emotion. “Please. Tell me something. Be honest.” I gripped his hair, keeping our heads together. I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted this moment to be real.
He sucked in a breath, hands moving to cup my face. “You think I’m lying to you?” He forced me to look at him, hurt clear on his face.
“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth, something’s going on at that club.” My hands dropped from his hair and slid lightly down his back, trying to encourage him to speak.
The muscles in his jaw flexed as he nodded, running his hand down my arm to grab my hand. He walked us to the couch, pulling me down next to him. My heart was about to leap out of my chest. The only warmth I felt was where his hand gripped mine.
“It’s not that. I promise.” He slid his other hand over my thigh, squeezing lightly. “Some of the girls there, they might try and sell themselves, and Alessandra and Viktor may want them to. But that doesn’t go on when I’m there.” He nodded like that made it all okay. “I told you, this all would come back to me. The club is attached to my name, not theirs. I’m working to clean it up.”
“Who hires the girls? What do you think you can do? What do they allow you to do?” Questions were bubbling in my mind, boiling over faster than I could speak them.
“Alessandra sets up the girls to work there. They’re supposedly on a work visa, that’s why there’s high turnover, but…” He shook his head, cutting off his words. “It’s my name on all the paperwork, as long as their money is cleaned, I get to run it how I want.”
I leaned back some on the couch, stomach flipping as I weighed his words. I had only been to the club a few times and barely met the girls, but the few I saw had thick Russian accents.
Meeting his eyes, I didn’t know what to say. I shrugged, trying to put words to the melancholy aching in me, an uncertainty snapping at my muscles. “What are you going to do? You said you’re going to clean it up?”
He pulled my legs to move me closer, and then his fingers slid to my hips, keeping me there. “I’m already cleaning it up. And once I get good people in there that I can trust, it’ll get easier.” His nose slid over my cheek, lips reaching my ear. “Then I can be home more.” The tips of his fingers glided under my shirt, up the line of my spine, my skin breaking out in goose bumps at the sensation. “That’s enough talking for now.” His soft lips pressed to my shoulder, fingers pulling on the strap of my shirt, sliding it off and down my arm. “I’ve been thinking about being alone with you since we landed in Vegas.”
Each little movement increased my heartbeat and stripped away my thoughts. This is what this weekend was supposed to be about. He had opened up some, that was enough for now.
He stole my breath, tongue gliding over the top curve of my breasts and dipping down into my cleavage as he squeezed my boobs together, kneading each one.
“Gage.” One nagging thought kept me from letting go completely. I gripped his shoulders to get his attention. “Just—I need to know.” I swallowed my nerves, beginning to doubt if I should ask, but I had to, it tormented me too much. “In all your night’s out, did you do anything with those girls.”
His hands jumped off me like I burned him. “What the hell, Regan?
His hands crossed my back, pulling me closer to him. Our kiss so deep there was little air. His lips moved to the corner of my mouth, forehead pressing to mine as he sucked in ragged breaths. His fingers trailed a soft caress over the bare skin on my shoulders and arms.
“Babe, I love you.” He breathed between kisses over my chin.
Somehow my gasps for air were melting into shudders, holding back the tears that threatened. I had been the queen at using sex to distract from the real issues. I feared that’s what this was.
“Talk to me,” my voice pulled as I begged, straining under the emotion. “Please. Tell me something. Be honest.” I gripped his hair, keeping our heads together. I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted this moment to be real.
He sucked in a breath, hands moving to cup my face. “You think I’m lying to you?” He forced me to look at him, hurt clear on his face.
“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth, something’s going on at that club.” My hands dropped from his hair and slid lightly down his back, trying to encourage him to speak.
The muscles in his jaw flexed as he nodded, running his hand down my arm to grab my hand. He walked us to the couch, pulling me down next to him. My heart was about to leap out of my chest. The only warmth I felt was where his hand gripped mine.
“It’s not that. I promise.” He slid his other hand over my thigh, squeezing lightly. “Some of the girls there, they might try and sell themselves, and Alessandra and Viktor may want them to. But that doesn’t go on when I’m there.” He nodded like that made it all okay. “I told you, this all would come back to me. The club is attached to my name, not theirs. I’m working to clean it up.”
“Who hires the girls? What do you think you can do? What do they allow you to do?” Questions were bubbling in my mind, boiling over faster than I could speak them.
“Alessandra sets up the girls to work there. They’re supposedly on a work visa, that’s why there’s high turnover, but…” He shook his head, cutting off his words. “It’s my name on all the paperwork, as long as their money is cleaned, I get to run it how I want.”
I leaned back some on the couch, stomach flipping as I weighed his words. I had only been to the club a few times and barely met the girls, but the few I saw had thick Russian accents.
Meeting his eyes, I didn’t know what to say. I shrugged, trying to put words to the melancholy aching in me, an uncertainty snapping at my muscles. “What are you going to do? You said you’re going to clean it up?”
He pulled my legs to move me closer, and then his fingers slid to my hips, keeping me there. “I’m already cleaning it up. And once I get good people in there that I can trust, it’ll get easier.” His nose slid over my cheek, lips reaching my ear. “Then I can be home more.” The tips of his fingers glided under my shirt, up the line of my spine, my skin breaking out in goose bumps at the sensation. “That’s enough talking for now.” His soft lips pressed to my shoulder, fingers pulling on the strap of my shirt, sliding it off and down my arm. “I’ve been thinking about being alone with you since we landed in Vegas.”
Each little movement increased my heartbeat and stripped away my thoughts. This is what this weekend was supposed to be about. He had opened up some, that was enough for now.
He stole my breath, tongue gliding over the top curve of my breasts and dipping down into my cleavage as he squeezed my boobs together, kneading each one.
“Gage.” One nagging thought kept me from letting go completely. I gripped his shoulders to get his attention. “Just—I need to know.” I swallowed my nerves, beginning to doubt if I should ask, but I had to, it tormented me too much. “In all your night’s out, did you do anything with those girls.”
His hands jumped off me like I burned him. “What the hell, Regan?
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