Vegas, Baby: Complete Series

by Fiona Davenport

  With a nod of understanding, I folded the paper—almost reverently—and slipped it into my wallet. “Thank you.”

  Knox’s mouth kicked up on one side into a crooked smile. “Don’t thank me yet. Access to the security feeds won’t magically make Anna fall for you. Oh, and by the way”—he pointed a finger at me—“you have forty-eight hours before I nullify that password. I suggest you dance your magical twinkle toes out of here and work on making a ring mysteriously appear on your woman’s finger.”

  “Says the man wearing lipstick,” I quipped. “I have to say, it’s not really your shade. Maybe you should compare it with your stilettos next time you dress up.”

  “I’m not the one wearing rhinestones, sequins, and sparkles.”

  I didn’t have time to stand around trading insults all day, so I spun around and flipped him the bird as I marched from his office.

  Being forced to wait until after my show to start hunting Anna grated on my nerves. I would never let it affect my performance, but I snapped at my assistants and a stagehand or two. I owed some people apologies, but I’d get to it after I handled Anna.

  It was late, so it wasn’t like I could go running off after her right then. I was too keyed up to sleep, though, and since I knew she didn’t live on-site, I used the time to go through the footage and determine her schedule. Thankfully, she was a creature of habit, which meant I knew exactly what time and which entrance she arrived at in the morning. I managed to catch a few hours of sleep, but I was up and at the hotel an hour before she was due. It seemed she liked to arrive before most of the staff to get some work done in a quiet office.

  I indebted myself to Knox a little more when I had him look into her calendar so I knew if she had meetings. She was free and clear today, so I set myself up in one of the empty cubicles out of her view.

  While I waited, I played out several scenarios in my head. My favorites were the ones that ended up with her sprawled across her desk and my head buried between her thighs. However, on the opposite end of that spectrum were the ones where she tried to run from me. I wouldn’t lock Anna in a box again, but I came fully prepared to take her away, kicking and screaming if I had to, since it wasn’t as though security was going to stop me. I’d secured a suite at the hotel so I had easy access to a place where I could lock her sexy ass up until she understood that she belonged to me.

  4

  Anna

  I was cranky as I walked into the office the morning after Julian’s little kidnapping stunt, and he was entirely to blame for my unusually bad mood. Beating everyone to work so I could get a head start before things got crazy was my favorite way to start the day, but I’d had to drag my butt out of bed after spending the night tossing and turning. Every time I drifted off to sleep, I dreamed that I was back in Julian’s dressing room. But instead of ending our kiss and storming out, I fell into it.

  All the dirty things I had fantasized about were still in my head when I walked into my office. When the man who had starred in each and every one appeared in my doorway as soon as I set my purse on top of my desk, I assumed I’d resorted to daydreaming about him too. I didn’t realize he wasn’t a figment of my imagination until his fingers wrapped around my wrist to tug me around my desk. “Hey! Stop that!”

  “Sure.” The sexy grin he flashed me sent a shiver up my spine, even as I narrowed my eyes at him.

  “Sure?” I echoed suspiciously as he released my wrist. I hadn’t been expecting the guy who’d kidnapped me to give in so easily.

  “Yup.” His green eyes swept down my body before he slid his arm around my waist. “But only so I can do this instead.”

  My response was captured by his mouth when he took advantage of my parted lips to kiss my thoughts right out of my brain. By the time he lifted his head, I could barely breathe, let alone remember what I’d planned to say. I shook my head to clear it and pushed at his chest. He didn’t budge an inch, so I took a step back. If I wanted to have any hope of dealing with Julian, I needed a little space. It was too hard to think when he was near.

  “You can’t just run around kidnapping women from your audience and kissing them whenever you want.” I refrained from mentioning how I’d react if I found out he’d pulled something similar with another woman. He didn’t need to know that his kidnapping of me would be tame in comparison because then he’d use my unreasonable jealousy—an emotion I’d never experienced before Addilyn had mentioned how other women reacted to Julian—against me.

  His lips curved up in a smug grin as he leaned his hip against my desk. “Now that I’ve finally got your attention, there’s no need for me to kidnap you during one of my shows.”

  I appreciated how his response—and all his attention—were focused on me. It soothed the newly discovered green-eyed monster inside me. But that didn’t mean I was going to cut him any slack.

  My schedule was wide open today, but I wasn’t about to admit that to Julian. He struck me as the kind of man who’d take more than a mile if you gave him an inch. “Sorry, but you won’t have my attention for long because I have a busy day ahead of me. Lots of meetings, calls to make, and reports to finish.”

  “That decides it then.” He closed the small gap between us.

  I had no idea what he was talking about, but I doubted that the resolve in his eyes boded well for me. “What decides what?” I asked, pushing my palms against his chest.

  “You’ve left me no choice.” I yelped as he bent low, pressed his shoulder against my stomach, and lifted me off the ground. “I’m not about to let you run from me again.”

  “Wait! I thought you said you weren’t going to kidnap me anymore,” I cried out as he carried me out of my office.

  Stalking toward the hallway that would take us to the elevator for the guest floors, he disagreed, “I didn’t say I’d never kidnap you again.”

  My brow wrinkled as I tried to focus on our conversation. Between hanging upside down and his mind-numbing kiss from earlier, I couldn’t recall exactly how he’d worded it. “But—”

  “Since this isn’t one of my shows, I’m not going back on what I said.” He punctuated his statement with a light swat against my butt. I gasped, jerking up my head and twisting my neck so I could glare at him as he pressed the button for the twenty-fifth floor.

  “Did you just spank me?” I squeaked, my cheeks full of heat that wasn’t completely due to the blood rushing there from hanging upside down. More of it was from the feel of Julian’s hand against my butt cheek than I was willing to admit.

  “That was barely a love tap.” Julian had the audacity to wink at me, making me gasp in dismay. “Trust me, you’ll know when I give you a real spanking.”

  The elevator doors slid open, and I sputtered as he carried me down the hall to one of the corner suites. Once we were inside the room, he set me on the couch before sitting on the cushion next to me. Looking around the spacious suite, I couldn’t help but compare it to Julian’s dressing room. He had one of the biggest ones in the hotel, but it didn’t compare to the beauty of the suites at the Lennox. “At least you’ve improved your kidnapping techniques since yesterday.”

  “Except I missed the most important step.” I was trying to figure out what he meant when he lifted me onto his lap so I was straddling him. I wound my arms around his neck to help me regain my balance—and also because he was nearly impossible to resist. With our bodies pressed close, his head dipped down and his lips brushed against mine. “Our kisses were the best part of the kidnapping, if you ask me.”

  “Nobody was asking you,” I whispered, shaking my head as I tried to catch my breath since the slight touch of his lips against mine had taken it away.

  “Sure you were.” His palms came up to cup my cheeks. “I could see the question in your pretty, emerald green eyes.”

  I pressed my lips together to stop myself from smiling at him. He didn’t need any encouragement. “Now you’re an eye reader?”

  “Only yours,” he murmured softly before kiss
ing me passionately. His tongue swept in my mouth to tangle with mine, and his teeth nibbled at my bottom lip. I felt as though he was devouring me whole. When he lifted his head again minutes later, I’d been thoroughly kissed, and we were both breathless.

  “You can’t keep doing stuff like this, Julian.” I did my best to sound firm, but my voice wavered on his name.

  He brushed his lips over mine another time before asking, “Why not, sweetheart?”

  Sweetheart. Butterflies swirled in my belly upon hearing him use the endearment in his deep, raspy voice. How was it that Julian seemed to know all the right buttons to press?

  Forcing my spine straight and dropping my arms from his neck, I answered, “Because we barely know each other. Kissing, talking of spankings, and carrying someone over your shoulder implies a relationship we don’t have.”

  “Only because you run in the opposite direction any time I try to get near you,” he complained. “How are we supposed to get to know each other if you don’t give me a chance? How are we supposed to build a relationship if we never spend any time together?”

  My heart wanted to break in two as I replied, “We’re not.”

  “I refuse to accept that answer. You’re as attracted to me as I am you. Admit it,” he growled as his hold on me tightened.

  There was no denying that Julian fascinated me from the moment I’d first spotted him. My reaction to him left me feeling so vulnerable—without even taking the stumbling block that was his career into consideration—that I’d had no choice but to keep my distance from him. But his willingness to do whatever it took to get my attention was starting to knock down the walls I’d been working hard to build against him over the past month. If I didn’t get this situation between us under control fast, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to resist him any longer. Scrambling for a reason to get him to back off, I finally came up with something that sounded semi-reasonable. “My reaction to you doesn’t matter. We can’t get involved. Not when we’re co-workers.”

  5

  Julian

  I threw my head back and let out a deep belly laugh at Anna’s joke...until I realized she wasn’t laughing with me. “You’re serious?” I asked.

  She nodded emphatically and crossed her arms over her chest. “It’s against policy.” I wanted to laugh again because she was so adorable, but I decided to get on with calling her out on her lie.

  “Is that so?”

  “Yes. So we should just move on from anything we might, um, feel for each other.” Her sad expression betrayed her real feelings about nothing happening between us. Which made me even more determined to break down the wall she kept trying to build between us.

  “Hmm.” I lifted my hips so I could grab my cell from my back pocket. The movement pressed my erection against Anna’s center, and I nearly smiled when she squirmed and tried to suppress a moan. Instead, I kissed the tip of her nose and winked before clicking on one of the numbers in my “favorites” list on my phone. Then I put it on speaker.

  It rang twice, then Drew’s voice came over the line. “Julian,” he greeted. “What can I do for you?”

  “I want to talk to you about your fraternization policy.” Anna’s eyes widened, and panic began clouding the green gems. I grinned, and her expression morphed into a scowl. She’d figured out my game.

  Drew snorted. “What the hell are you talking about? Fraternization policy? You’re kidding, right? Even if I’d had one, I would have tossed it out long ago. I’d have lost my best employees and been royally fucked if I kept a policy like that around.”

  “Oooh, okay,” I responded as though I hadn’t already known the answer.

  “Is this about Anna?” he asked suddenly.

  “What?” she squeaked. “Absolutely not!” It took less than a heartbeat for her to realize she’d just given herself away, and her cheeks flamed red. I couldn’t hold back my laughter, earning me another cute glare.

  Drew’s guffaws drew her attention, and she grabbed my phone and stabbed the end button.

  Before she could say anything, I snatched the phone and tossed it onto the table beside the couch, then I slid a hand around her neck and yanked her mouth down to mine. Her stiff posture lasted for a millisecond before she melted into me. My fingers attacked the pins in her hair until the wavy dark tresses tumbled down her back. Then I grasped her hips, holding her still when she squirmed on my lap because if she kept rubbing her pussy on my cock, I was going to come like a fucking teenager.

  Her hands traveled up my shoulders and around my neck where she buried them in my hair. I quickly tugged her silky blouse from the waistband of her pants and splayed my hands on the soft, heated skin of her back. Electricity hummed between us, and Anna shivered, emitting a tiny moan. The sound sent a bolt of lust straight to my cock, and precome leaked from the tip, ruining my very expensive pants. But I didn’t have one fuck to give about it; all I wanted was to hear more of her moans.

  Gliding around her rib cage to her front, I caressed her belly, and then my hands drifted up to cup her generous tits. They were large and round, and I knew they would more than fill my hands when they were free of her bra. “These are so fucking perfect,” I groaned against her mouth. My thumbs brushed over the hard tips that were poking through the thin lace barrier. It earned me another little moan, which snapped some of my control. I released her lips and withdrew my hands from under her shirt, then I grabbed the sides and ripped it open, causing the buttons to go flying.

  Anna gasped, but it was rapidly replaced by passion when I yanked down the cups of her bra and latched onto one of her big, rosy nipples. My hands massaged the luscious globes as I spent equal time licking and sucking each peak. Anna was undulating on my lap, her back arched, and her hands clenching my hair, holding me to her as though she feared I would stop. That was so not happening. Her response to my touch was explosive, and I knew it was exactly what I was feeling too.

  After I’d left a series of love bites around her tits, and her nipples were red and as hard as diamonds from my mouth, I pulled back to look at her beautiful face. Damn. Anna was always gorgeous, but seeing her skin flushed pink and her tits spilling out of her bra and bouncing with her heaving breaths just made her more so. Her green eyes were dark and cloudy with passion, and I knew there was only one thing that would surpass her beauty in that state. At that moment, I would have sold my soul to the devil to see her come.

  I tangled a hand into the thick locks of her hair that were hanging over her shoulder. Clenching my fingers, I wrapped the silky strands around my fist and pulled her head forward. Then I sealed my mouth over hers while my other hand unfastened her pants and slipped in to find its way between her legs.

  The tips of my fingers pressed into her center through the fabric of her underwear. It was already damp, but when I pushed it between her folds, the panties became so saturated that my fingers were also soaked. I groaned and rubbed up and down, making sure her panties abraded her clit. Anna severed our kiss and dropped her head back. “Yes,” she hissed as her hips moved, searching for relief.

  Her tits were at eye level, and my mouth was already watering for another taste. I wrapped my lips around one tip just as I pulled her underwear to the side and plunged a finger into Anna’s hot, wet hole. She cried out, and I groaned as her pussy squeezed my digit. I released her nipple with a pop and looked down at my hand. “You’re so fucking tight, baby,” I rasped as I retreated and began to work two fingers in this time. It was a struggle, and it caused a thought to wriggle into my mind. “Anna, sweetheart.” I kept my tone soft, hoping to get my answer without clearing away the fog of lust surrounding her. “Are you a virgin?”

  Anna stilled suddenly, and I inwardly cursed myself for not waiting to ask the question until I’d made her come. Her eyes met mine, and even through her passion flushed skin, I saw the deep blush that bloomed on the apples of her cheeks. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she nodded.

  Smiling tenderly, I gave her a soft, languid kiss, tryin
g to convey how happy her revelation made me. My fingers went back to working her pussy, and I was finally able to penetrate her with two of them. It wasn’t long before she was lost in ecstasy once again. Drawing back from her, I took in every detail of her face and body as she spiraled toward the peak.

  Eventually, she began riding my fingers, taking what she wanted as I ground the heel of my hand against her clit. Her eyes were closed, and her face was tilted up to the ceiling, extending her long, graceful neck. Her back arched, pushing up her heavy globes, and her nails dug into my shoulders as she held on for dear life. The cries that were falling from her lips became louder and more desperate. “Julian. Oh, yes! Yes! More. Yes!”

  I leaned in and bit one nipple, then the other before whispering, “Come, sweetheart. Let me see you fall apart.”

  Her body went rigid for a second, then a scream ripped from her throat as she shattered. Holy shit. I’d never seen anything more incredible in my entire life than the sight of Anna coming. Nothing would ever compare to this.

  I worked her with my fingers until her shudders started to subside and her hips stopped rocking against me. She slumped forward onto my chest as though she didn’t have the energy to hold herself up. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand from between her legs and licked my glistening fingers clean. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You taste delicious. I can’t wait to drink straight from the source.” I rubbed slow circles on her back and buried my face in her hair. “I have a feeling I’m going to become addicted.”

  Anna slowly lifted herself from my chest, and my eyes narrowed at the frown marring her beautiful face. That was not the expression I wanted to see right after I’d given her a mind-blowing orgasm. With a speed that surprised me, considering how lethargic she’d seemed only a moment ago, she scrambled off my lap. She was up on her feet before I could get my hands on her to bring her back where she belonged. That wouldn’t do since I wasn’t anywhere near done with her.