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hands were shaking. Maybe Reese was fucking with me.

When I got to the fountains in front of the Bellagio, I stopped in

the middle of the sidewalk like every other person. It was a guaranteed

crowd. I pretended to watch the water show. Where the fuck was she?

“Act normal.” Next to me, that’s where. Crouched down in the

middle of the swarm of people. Reese wrestled the hat out of my

pocket. She twisted her hair up and put the hat on. She was trying to

disguise herself. So I unsnapped my shirt, slid it down my shoulders,

and handed it to her. The girl caught on quick. She threw the shirt on

and straightened.

“What’s going on?” My heart rate was through the roof. I’d

probably hyperventilate.

“Someone recognized me.”

Yep, I was going to have a heart attack. “Who?”

“Just keep my face covered,” Reese said.

I slung my arm around her shoulders as if we were a normal

couple. The move also obscured her face. “Can you see them?”

“To your left. Big guy. Unbuttoned white shirt.” Casually, I turned

away from her. There he was. Except Reese didn’t mention the bulge

under his left arm.

“He’s packing.”

Reese glanced around me. Her eyes filled with panic. I tried to

look calm for her sake.

“Fuck. He’s coming over here.” She was right. The guy was

walking directly toward us, but he was watching the street. Slowly,

he turned his head in our direction. “He can’t see my face,” Reese

whispered desperately.

I did the only thing I could think of. I kissed her.

It worked in the movies.

Reese just went with it, which was good because I was worried

she might have chosen getting shot over kissing me. Apparently not.

She twisted so we were facing each other and I put my arms around

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her shoulders. When she moaned into my mouth, I knew it wasn’t just

for show. Her hips rocked into mine sending heat through my body. I

swear, I knew fucking divinity in that moment.

Holding back was too much. I pressed past her lips with my

tongue, searching her mouth. The hand gripping my shirt tightened.

She pushed my tongue back, bit my lip, and sucked on it. Fuck. This

time I moaned. Reese took that as an invitation to go further. She kissed

me even harder, bruising my lips, cutting off my air. I was pretty sure I

could survive without air as long as she didn’t stop. That was when she

pulled away. We were both breathing hard and staring at each other. She

was still close enough for my biceps to cover her face.

“Do you think he’s still here?” Reese whispered. I drew her into me

so her face was tucked into my neck. The mass of people had dispersed.

The water show was over. The guy who’d been following her was gone.

“He’s gone.” I released her.

“Are you sure?” We started walking back to the hotel. Neither

of us saw him. For good measure, we ducked into a casino and left

through a side entrance. After that, Reese pulled me across the street.

We walked through two more casinos, a restaurant, and a hotel lobby

before Reese seemed satisfied that we weren’t being followed. Vegas

was great for losing a tail.

“So who the hell was that?” It took only a little nerve to ask.

“My uncle Vito.” Dude sounded like something out of
The

Godfather
. “He’s not actually my uncle. Just kind of.”

“He in the mob or something?” I joked.

“Not really.” What the hell did that mean? She didn’t look like

she was kidding. The silence that followed lasted us all the way to the

room.

When we got there, I crossed to the windows. With my hands

planted on the glass wall, I surveyed the Strip.

“We have a problem,” Reese said quietly. She leaned her shoulder

against the window next to me.

“A problem?” A rough laugh pushed out of my constricted throat.

“Just one?” Reese closed her eyes and hung her head. “Are you talking

about Uncle Vito,” I spit out the name, “seeing you? Or how about the

fact that you even have an Uncle Vito.” She flinched. “Or,” the jagged

laugh escaped me again. “Or maybe.” I turned and locked eyes with

her. “That I’ve never, in my life, been kissed like that.”

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Reese’s delicate hand moved to my trembling arm, still propped

against the glass. She rubbed it, only for a second. “The last one.” Then

she pulled my arm down and spun me so my back was against the

window. There was a pounding in my veins that made my hypersensitive

clit ache.

I tried to push up to take control of the situation. Reese held me

back with one palm against my chest. She opened the button fly of

my shorts and they fell to my ankles with a shower of colorful clay

chips. Those slate brown eyes never left mine. My tank top was forced

up and over my head. Deft fingers slid under the elastic of my boxer

briefs and dropped those too. I was naked, fucking wet, swollen, and so

ready I thought I was going to die. This was not how it was supposed to

happen. I was supposed to be in charge. I always was.

“Reese.” She wasn’t even touching me. Just staring. “Take off

your clothes.” Even with my forceful tone, it was a pathetic attempt to

regain control.

“Don’t talk. Don’t move. Don’t fucking breathe unless I tell you

to.” She planted one hand next to my head and slid the other between

my legs. Holy fuck, that felt good. I started to double over from either

pleasure or pain. I couldn’t tell which. Reese grabbed a handful of my

hair and held me in place. “Watch me.” So I did.

I watched her tits sway as she circled my clit. I watched her bite

her lip and I could tell holding back was killing her. When I begged her

to fuck me harder, I watched the grin twitch at the corner of her mouth

as she slowed down. Her eyes went liquid when she fucking finally

pushed inside me. The muscles in her arm tensed with each thrust into

me. Something resembling words flowed from my mouth as I cried,

screamed, begged for release.

I didn’t think. I didn’t think about Ryan. I didn’t think about the

fourteen years of hell I’d put Reese through. I didn’t think about the

cruelty in her eyes, ’cause right then it was gone. No anger. Just this.

Reese didn’t kiss me until that last second, the moment when I

contracted around her fingers deep inside and stiffened. That was when

her lips descended and let me know, this wasn’t fucking; it was way

beyond that.

I slid to the floor, all strength gone. She followed still kissing me,

still inside me, but unable to hold me up. I looked at her and couldn’t

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see a trace of her twin in the look on her face. Slowly, carefully, Reese

extracted her hand. Just to make me crazy, she licked her fingers.

Roughly, I wrenched her shirts over her head, pushed her to the

ground, and dragged off her shorts. “Now I’m in charge.”

“Whatever you want to think, sweetheart.” The last word came

out a taunting drawl.

I gripped behind her knees and yanked her closer. Reese reached

back and linked her hands behind her head like she was about to take a

nap. I dipped my head between her thighs and blew lightly across her

engorged clit. Her hips jumped so hard I laughed. When I looked at her,

she had her hands over her eyes and her jaw was clenched.

“Watch me,” I demanded. Reese dropped her hands and propped

herself up on her elbows. She was looking at me with unadulterated

need. When I licked the length of her clit, she didn’t drop her gaze. It

wasn’t until I drove my tongue inside her that she moaned and dropped

her head back. I stopped.

Her head snapped up. “Fuck, Coop. Please.”

Fast enough to make her gasp, I moved up the length of her body,

hovering, aching to press against the naked flesh under me. “I told you

to watch me.”

“Okay,” she whimpered. My mouth dropped to her fantastic

nipples. I alternated sucking on them until she was writhing and

pleading, until I couldn’t hang on any longer. That was when I pressed

inside her cunt, pushing hard until she screamed my name. With each

thrust, we slid across the floor. And then we were up against the glass

again. Reese reached back and braced her hands. Her hips were in the

air fucking my fingers. I couldn’t even feel my arm anymore, just a

mass of overworked muscle that ended inside of Reese DiGiovanni.

One of her hands left the window and curled around my head.

She pulled me against her as she came. Our foreheads pressed together,

slick with sweat, as we stared into each other’s eyes.

❖

At six a.m., we should have been sleeping. My back was propped

against the flamboyant, padded headboard and Reese was in my lap

gyrating against my hand. Moisture dripped between my fingers and

landed with surprising accuracy on my already wet clit. Every time she

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rocked forward, our matching necklaces tapped against each other with

a metallic ring.

“Fucking kiss me,” Reese said.

With my free hand, I cupped behind her neck and drew her mouth

to mine. I sucked her lip into my mouth savoring the taste of her flesh.

Her slim fingers worked my nipples. They were going to hurt like a

bitch later. Fuck it. I didn’t care.

Reese’s phone rang.

“Ignore it,” I said.

“Just don’t stop.” The rhythm of her hips picked up. I curled my

fingers forward urging Reese to come. The phone rang again. “Fuck,

fucking, fuck.” Reese grabbed the phone and opened it. She stopped

thrusting into my hand, except for an involuntary twitch when I put my

thumb to her clit. She grabbed my wrist as if that would stop me.

“Don’t do it.” I punctuated my second warning with a slow thrust

into her.

“What?” she answered the phone. I could hear Ryan’s voice. I was

so screwed. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing?” Just to mess with

her, I started to work my hand faster again. Her jaw clenched. “That’s

fine just—” I thrust into her pussy hard. Reese slammed the phone into

the headboard and screamed as she came. Then she slumped forward

against me breathing raggedly. She slowly brought the phone back to

her ear. “Sorry, Ryan, what was that?” I grinned at her. “Yeah, guess I

dozed off. No, that’s fine. Okay, see you then.” She closed the phone

and tossed it behind her.

“Who was that?” I asked innocently.

“Bitch, I’m going to make you pay.” The threat made my stomach

drop with wanting.

“I told you to ignore it.”

“Ignore this.” Reese moved back, pushed my legs apart, and

sucked my clit into her mouth. Bitch.

❖

Reese and I slept until the afternoon. When I woke up, she was on

top of me, one bare thigh between mine, her hand resting on my hip,

with her hair spread across my chest.

“Babe.” I rubbed up and down her naked back. “Hey, peanut butter.”

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She opened her eyes then closed them. “Morning.” She yawned.

“It’s afternoon.”

“Good afternoon, then.” Her eyes were still closed.

“When’s Ryan coming back?” I was getting a little worried.

Partially for his sake, but mostly for mine. If he came in and found us

like this, I would be dead.

“Tomorrow.”

“He’s gonna kill me.” I played with her velvety hair. It was never

a good idea to sleep with your friend’s sister.

“Me too,” she murmured into my chest.

“Why’s he gonna kill you?”

“Because of you.” Reese opened her eyes again and raised her

head to look at me. “I slept with his best friend.” She smirked. “Of

course, he’ll probably kill you first.”

“Great. I feel much better now.”

“Let’s get some food.”

Food sounded way better than my imminent death so I agreed. We

settled into coffee and croissants, almost wearing clothes, and looking

everywhere except at each other. I was chillin’ in my boxer briefs and

a ribbed tank top. Reese was wearing my western shirt with not a thing

under it, and I knew I’d never be able to wear it again.

“Are we going to talk about it?” Reese set her coffee cup down.

My pulse jumped. “Shit, I don’t know.” I was already sweating.

I’d never done the morning after what-did-it-mean talk, and I told her

as much.

“So we just ignore it? Pretend it never happened because Cooper

doesn’t like talking?”

“That’s not what I said. I’m just no good at talking.” There was

never a girl I wanted to talk to either. Not like Reese.

“Learn fast.” That tone was all bad.

“What do you want me to say?” At a loss, I shrugged dramatically.

“I don’t know what we should do. Do you?”

“No, that’s why we’re supposed to talk. You know, figure it out

together,” she said in that condescending voice of hers. Why was she so

infuriating? In sixty seconds, I’d gone from the euphoria only inspired

by a night of screwing to absolute revulsion.

“You seem to know everything,” I said. “You talk.”

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“Okay, fine.” The pouty lips were kind of sexy. “This will devastate