One Night in Vegas
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As her quivering cunt continued to suck him dry, Quinn wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest. Their hearts pounded in a thundering rhythm, as aftershocks rippled and jolted through their bodies. Ava’s panting breaths licked at his neck as she wrapped her arms around him. Quinn closed his eyes, savoring the sweet bliss of her in his arms as they slowly floated back to earth.
After several long moments, their breathing leveled out, and Quinn gently eased from inside her. Tucking his cock away, he drew a handkerchief from his back pocket and gently wiped her wet, swollen folds. Ava stared up at him beneath heavy eyelids wearing a dazed and sated expression. And when she sent him a shy, sweet smile, he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on her ripe lips. Pulling back slightly, he dragged his cinnamon-colored whiskers down her neck. Ava giggled and hunched her shoulders to ward off his tickling scruff.
“Can we go back to the room and do that again?” she asked on a dreamy sigh.
“Not yet, princess. There’s still one surprise I have in store. That is, if you have the strength to stand and walk with me,” he teased.
“You’re good, MacKinnon…err, I mean Master,” she corrected with a tiny giggle. “But as you can plainly see, I am still conscious.”
“Then let’s go, so we can get back and I can make love to you until you’re no longer conscious.”
Ava purred in delight as he extended his hand and helped her from the table. With his arm around her waist, he escorted her toward the door.
“Wait. We didn’t pay for dinner,” Ava stated with a worried look.
“It was paid in full before we ever arrived.”
She gave him a sideways glance and narrowed her eyes. “So Brice wasn’t going to come back to our table after he delivered dessert, was he?”
“Nope.” Quinn grinned. Pulling her to a stop, he delved deep into her eyes. “Did you want him to?”
“No.” Ava shook her head. “You’re the only man I want watching me…touching me…loving me. I love you.”
“I love you, too, my beautiful Ava.”
Quinn splayed his hand over the small of her back as he led her to the elevator. A blast of anxiety washed through his veins as he pressed the button that would take them to the final surprise he had in store. Brushing aside his unease, he pulled Ava snuggly against his side while he slipped his other hand into the pocket of his tux.
When the doors opened, Quinn led Ava to a small fountain in the center of the room before helping her take a seat on the white marble ledge. As he cupped her chin, she stared up at him, happiness sparkling in her hazel eyes. Unable to resist the tempting bow of her lips, he bent and brushed his mouth over hers while plucking out the blue velvet box from his pocket.
Pulling back, he stared at the contours of her face, drinking in her exquisite beauty. Gliding his thumb over her bottom lip, he swallowed the lump suddenly lodged in his throat. “I love you, Ava. You not only make me the proudest Master on the planet but the happiest man, as well. Still, I’m not yet fully satisfied.”
He watched as the glowing smile vanished from her face. A look of panic flashed in her eyes, and Ava suddenly grew tense.
“What more can I give you, Sir?” she asked in a soft, worried voice.
Quinn paused and sent her a reassuring smile wishing he felt as confident as he appeared. For the first time in his life, doubt and fear had him in a stranglehold. If Ava wasn’t ready, he wasn’t quite sure what he would do. How he’d react. Of course, he’d had plenty of conversations with himself over the past few months…wanting this, but not one hundred percent sure Ava did. Dammit. This wasn’t the time to start second-guessing…not now. He’d come too far, brought her into the light where he wanted their relationship to be…well, almost.
Ava’s bottom lip quivered, and Quinn silently cursed himself for his extended silence. With a shake of his head, he brushed his hand over her cheek and gave her a nervous smile. “There’s only one thing more that would make my life complete.” He lifted his palm, noticing that his hand was shaking, and opened the lid on the little blue box. As she dropped to one knee before her, Ava sucked in a startled breath as she stared dumbfounded at the shimmering diamond ring. Tears sprang from her eyes as she glanced up at him with a stunned expression.
It was now or never.
“I’ll only kneel this once before you, my love…as this is your place…at my feet, by my side, and bound to my heart…forever. You complete me in ways I can’t begin to put into words. But I will spend the rest of my life showing you, in every way possible, the depth of love I hold in my heart for you. I want you in my life, sweetheart…as my slave, my lover and friend, but most importantly, as my wife. Ava Gibbs, will you marry me?”
Tears streamed down her face. Quinn held his breath. It seemed an interminable amount of time before she began nodding, and even longer before a strangled “yes” bubbled from the back of her throat.
All the tension exploded from within. Blinking back his own tears, Quinn thought his heart was going to burst from his chest as he slid the three-carat diamond ring onto her trembling finger.
“Oh, Quinn,” she sobbed. “It’s so beautiful. I love you…love you more than you’ll ever know.”
Ava threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Kissed him with a fiery passion that both calmed his fears and boiled his blood. She had the unique talent to do that to him, but then, it was only one of the many reasons he was so damn in love with her.
“Then let’s do this.” He winked with a laugh, nodding toward the tiny wedding chapel beyond the fountain.
“What? Here?” She blinked. “Now? Are you serious?”
His heart clutched and he sobered, staring down at her intently. “Unless you’re having second thoughts or reservations… Are you?”
Please don’t let her say yes. He sent up a silent prayer as he tensed and waited for her reply.
“Are you kidding? No. Not a one,” she laughed. Sniffing, she blotted the tears from beneath her lashes.
With an inward fist pump, Quinn bit back a cheer. Cupping her face, he drank in the happiness sparkling in her eyes, lighting up her smile, and glowing on her cheeks. Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her…kissed her with the promise to keep her on her submissive toes while guiding and protecting her, but most of all with a vow to love her unconditionally until the end of time.
“Oh, my… I can’t believe this is happening,” she giggled.
“Believe it, my love. I’ve been waiting for this moment longer than you can imagine.”
She cocked her head and gaped at him. “How long have you waited?” she quizzed.
“Since the first time I saw you at Club Genesis,” he confessed.
Ava’s eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. “You’re teasing, right?”
“Nope.” He laughed, then wrapped his arm around her waist.
“Quinn MacKinnon, you are full of surprises,” Ava mockingly scolded.
“Oh, princess…you have no idea the surprises I have in store for you tonight.”
He wrapped his arm around her waist as his chest expanded with pride. Stepping onto the red carpet that led to the quaint chapel, Quinn couldn’t wipe the smile from his lips.
“Okay, but if you plan to claim me in the lobby or anything like that, I’m going to have to call my safeword,” she whispered as they stepped inside.
“No, princess. From now on, you’re for my eyes only.”
The End
Bestselling author, Jenna Jacob paints a canvas of passion, romance, and humor as her Alpha men and the feisty women who love them unravel their souls, heal their scars, and find a happy ever after kind of love. Heart-tugging, captivating, and steamy, Jenna’s books will surely leave you breathless and craving more.
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No Lucky Number
A Secrets of Stone Novella
by
Victoria Blue
© 2016 by Fin Mint Publishing, LLC
Business trip or trip of a lifetime?
Talia Perizkova has been working for this moment her entire career. Now, she finds herself sandwiched between two of the most eligible bachelors in the country and can barely focus on the task at hand. And that’s fine by Drake Newland and Fletcher Ford. They’ve been all business around the office, but when they get Talia to themselves off the clock, things really heat up. Now if they can just convince her a three-way relationship could really fit into her world…
Will Talia take a chance on her newly discovered feelings, or is their weekend of passion destined to end them before they have a chance to begin?
Dedications
My dedication always starts with my amazing other half, David. Husband, best friend, father-extraordinaire. I’m forever grateful for your support and encouragement, even when I don’t quite believe in myself. You and our family are my entire world. I love you.
Secondly, I must thank my amazing friends, Elisa and Anna. I can’t imagine getting through a day without you. On this book, more than any of the others so far, your encouragement, advice, and honest feedback helped me believe I really had the ability to make it happen. You are the best friends I could ever hope to have and I love you with all of my heart.
Acknowledgements
To all of YOU, my readers, who have found this series and support it so much:
THANK YOU!
And last, but certainly not least, the one and only, most ruthless editor on the planet: Melisande Scott. You are the icing to my cake!
Chapter One
My rolling luggage beat a steady click-click-click on the pavement breaks as I walked up to the VIP security checkpoint at the terminal of San Diego’s Lindbergh Field. I knew this trip would be a turning point in my career, but a funny feeling nagged at the back of my head, predicting it would be more than just that.
I’d been feeling stagnant for a while, wanting so desperately to move forward, though continuing to be anchored in the same place. This trip, while only a few days, was the change I needed. Our cosmetics line at Stone Global Corp. was finally ready to take flight. Consequently, so were we—to launch the new line and all its products at Cosmetics Con, the internationally-attended trade show that took place each year in the city of sin. What better place to get out of a funk than nonstop Las Vegas?
The team, consisting of Drake Newland, Fletcher Ford, and me, were taking SGC’s corporate jet from San Diego to Las Vegas. A thirty-five minute flight would take us right to the bright lights of the neon strip in the Mohave Desert. I’d been to Vegas a few times before with my family—Auntie Maisie’s fondness for dollar slots was the stuff of in-jokes for us all—but I had a feeling this trip would be much different than hanging out with my parents, siblings, three uncles, three aunts, five cousins, and baker’s dozen of nieces and nephews.
That premonition didn’t have a thing to do with my travel mates.
Okay, maybe a little something.
Drake Newland.
Fletcher Ford.
Oh God.
It was all Claire and Margaux’s fault. They were the ones responsible for the anxiety practically eating me alive. We’d had a girls’ night last week at my place, and once they learned I was taking this trip with Drake and Fletcher, the taunting advice and playful jabs had begun in full. They’d teased me with all the love in their hearts, but I still couldn’t erase their words from my frontal lobe.
“Those two can smell a girl like you coming a mile away.” That was the only G-rated dig I could recall. By the end of the night and a good amount of Patrón, I was getting advice on what lingerie to pack—and not to pack. I was certain my usually olive-colored skin had gone three shades of rose after that one, but Claire and Margaux were good at doing that to me on a regular basis. I hadn’t been sure if they were truly serious or just trying to see how crimson they could make me.
“Good morning Miss Perizkova. You look lovely today.”
I looked up at the uniformed steward who appeared just as I cleared security, not quite sure how to react.
“Stop flirting with my girl, Martinez.”
As the man chuckled, heat crept across my cheeks. Fletcher Ford appeared by my side, swiping my rolling bag before it left the TSA belt. The SGC board member, innovator, and creative taskmaster—not to mention dead-on Justin Timberlake lookalike—who’d helped start up this new wing of the company fell in step with me as we headed toward our flight.
“Mr. Ford.” I tried to give his physique, perfectly fitted in Armani today, as discreet a onceover as I could. “Good day.”
“Well, it’s a good day now,” he murmured in return.
Time for a new subject. Pronto.
“I can handle my own bag, thank you.”
I snatched at my roller. He moved the luggage just out of my reach. “Darling, I’m sure you can handle a lot of things for yourself, but would it kill you to allow me to be a gentleman now and then? Come on, now. Let all of my mama’s hard work do some good.” He laid on the killer smile that had earned him the devil’s own reputation. My resistance turned to dust.
“Where’s Drake? Err, I mean Mr. Newland?”
And I’d asked that…why? The two men made me almost speechless when I was with them one-on-one. When they were together, which was damn near all the time these days, I became a bumbling fool. I should’ve been grateful for the reprieve.
Fletcher smiled again—though this time a bit of sadness seemed to flicker in his blue eyes. “What’s wrong? You don’t like just me?”
“That’s not what I meant at all.” Now I felt like an idiot. “Really, I didn’t—”
He put me out of my rambling misery with a steady hand on my forearm. “Easy, Tolly. I was just yanking your pretty chain.”
“Why do you call me that?”
“What? Tolly? It’s your name isn’t it? Talia?” He said my full name more dramatically—before adding that damn grin again. Thankfully, we were nearing the plane and I could get away from the uneasiness of having to worry about witty chit chat. While we were interacting professionally I could hold my own, but this personal stuff was so far out of my league. I was never really good at it with normal guys, let alone a smooth, gorgeous god like him.
He opened the
door to the tarmac, and the San Diego sunshine instantly warmed me. A grin spread across my lips. We were having one of the mildest winters I could remember, and it was wonderful. I really loved living in Southern California.
“Of course,” I finally answered him. “I’ve just never been called anything but Talia.”
“Maybe it’s time for things to change then, hmmm?” Before I could generate something cute to volley back, he nodded toward Stone Global’s private jet, sleek and white, waiting across the pavement. “And there’s the other subject of your wonderment—already getting on board the plane, I see.”
I followed his line of vision to the top of the jet’s entry stairs, where Drake Newland was ducking his tall frame to fit into the doorway. His short hair was spiked in its usual perfect fashion, his tight, muscular body molded into his custom-fit, buttoned-down dress shirt.
Not that I noticed the fit of his clothes.
Okay, I noticed. But it was hard not to—with either of these men. They were tall, handsome, and very well-defined. I’d been working with them on the development of the cosmetics line at SGC for many long months, over many long hours. I would had to have been dead not to notice their jaw-dropping physical appeal.
And their flirtatiousness.
Oh, yeah. That.
As in, flirtatiousness. All the time.
In the beginning, I told myself they simply behaved that way around all females, until Claire and Margaux insisted that wasn’t the case. It wasn’t long before Taylor Matthews, my girlfriend from the tech division’s sales department, added her own agreement with that theory. After that, I began to watch Drake and Fletcher a little more closely. For research purposes only, of course.
And what had that research told me?