Worth the Risk (Blue Falls #2)
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We practically attacked each other when we made it back to my suite. One taste of her full lips had my dick straining against my pants, begging to get wet. Women can be a dime a dozen but she was different. She took as much as I did and held nothing back. There was no teasing glint in her bright blue eyes when she laid on the bed naked on full display. No ulterior motive. Just a look of heated yearning that matched my own. This woman didn’t need to play coy, she knew what she wanted and she took it. It was refreshing and hot as hell. When I woke up to an empty space beside me I wasn’t shocked. We didn’t even exchange names but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about her. The way she smelled, the noises she made when she came all over my cock and of course her sweet tasting pussy. I’m forty three years old and I’ve probably jacked off more in the last three days than I did when I was fourteen. I’m only in town for another week before I’m due back in Vegas and chances are she was just passing through as well. The caveman in me wants to track her down and tie her to my bed so that I can take her over and over again until we both feel satisfied. I have no way of finding out her name or where she’s from, so unfortunately I’m left unfulfilled. When I get home I’ll swing by one of my usual clubs and find a suitable replacement to appease my cock. One with dark hair and an ass that’s begging to be smacked.
I grab the keys to my rented SUV and decide to head into town. I have two more meetings this week with potential investors and I could use a haircut. It’s a good excuse to get the hell out of this hotel room before I drive myself crazy. I pull onto Main Street and park in front of a brick store front with a black and white striped awning. The sign in the window says The Beauty Boutique. One of the receptionists at the hotel recommended the place and booked me in. I turn off the engine and make my way to the front door. The interior is painted a soft shade of pink with portraits of Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn hanging on the walls. I check in with the girl at the front desk and wait for a woman named Mona. Apparently she’s the owner and has some “thing” about handling new customers herself. I don’t really give a shit as long as she can do her job. I’m flipping through a magazine when I hear a sexy female voice call out for her virgin sacrifice. I look up and meet the stare of a very surprised woman. My woman. Red.