“This isn’t happening, Angie,” he said, blowing away my sense of victory like so much dandelion fluff.

“You’re wrong,” I said.

“I’m very rarely wrong.”

“You’re smug, too.  I like that in a man.”  I shifted forward so that my lips brushed his ear as I spoke.  “I just want to fuck,” I said, and felt my lips curve into a smile as his cock stiffened in response to my raw—but very honest—words.  “I’m not asking for a wedding ring.  I’m not asking for forever.  I’m not asking for any commitment at all.  Hell, I’m not even asking for a date.  I only want this,” I said as I stroked him.  “I only want to finish what we started.”

“It’s not a good idea,” he said, and I heard the tight note of control in his voice.

“I think it’s one of the best ideas I’ve ever had,” I murmured.  “What was it you said when you ran out of my condo?  About how you made a promise to my Uncle?  You’re so damn worried about keeping your promises.  Well, you know what, Evan?  You made one to me, too.  Maybe not in words, but …”  I trailed off, letting my body language finish that sentence as I shifted on his lap, feeling wild.  Feeling reckless.  He was right—we shouldn’t.  And yet how could I stop when this was what I’d wanted for so damn long?

I brushed my lips over his.  I felt powerful, certain victory was near, and I didn’t intend to relinquish an inch.

I pulled back, my eyes locked on his.  “I want what you promised me.”

“Dammit, Angie…”

“You say you’re a bad bet?” I pressed, determined to cut off all protests.  “I don’t care.  Not everyone goes to Vegas to win.  Sometimes they just go to have fun.”

“I like to win.”  His rough voice sent shivers over me.

“Then I’m your prize.  No,” I said, pressing my finger to his lips before he could say another word.  “I want to go wild with you, Evan.  I want to fly with you.  One time.  Can’t we both take the risk one time?”

“It’s reckless,” he said, as his hand slid up my back to cup my neck.

“Maybe.”

“You’ll regret it,” he murmured as his other hand stroked my exposed thigh.

My breath was ragged.  “I won’t.”

“It won’t be gentle.  If I let go, I’m not going to hold back.”

“I’m not asking you to.” Triumph swelled through me as I swallowed.  My breasts were painfully tight and my sex throbbed, demanding everything he was promising.  “Don’t you get it? I want it all.  I want to fly.”

 

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J.K.