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Wanna Get Wild?
Check out a sneak peak of One Wild Night
Book one in the Forever Wild Serial
One Wild Night can change everything
Valerie Wilder doesn't do serious relationships. She also doesn't usually wake up in Vegas next to a male stripper....
A male stripper who happens to be her new husband.
A quickie divorce seems like the answer, but the Nevada legal system doesn't think so. When her new husband suggests flying back to Chicago with Valerie she accepts, wondering if one night in Vegas could turn into something much more.
If my pounding headache wasn’t enough to wake me, then the shifting on the other side of my bed was.
Shit.
How much did I have to drink?
I had not hooked up with a random since college and now I could feel whoever it was moving. I guess that’s what happens when your work sends you to a conference in Vegas and your co-workers convince you to go to a strip club.
I wondered if that’s where I picked up the guy. If it was, I hoped he was at least hot because I didn’t remember a damn thing from the night before.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and turned toward the other side of my bed.
Damn. For being a Vegas hook up he was about a hundred shades of sexy.
The random was on his back with his arms propped up behind his head. His arms rippled with muscles and tattoos snaked down one of them. God I hoped I licked the hell out of those. And the hoops in his nipples. I always thought pierced nipples were meant for drunk college girls, but this guy with the toned pecs had me rethinking it.
He moaned, turning to his side before he opened his eyes; a gorgeous set of blue eyes that could have lit up the whole freaking Vegas strip. Blond spiky hair and blue eyes, it was a freaking wet dream.
“Mornin’, Valerie.” he said, taking in a deep breath and stretching out his arms. An accent. The guy had a southern accent. I was about to turn into a panting teenage girl right there.
“Uh, morning.” I blinked. Shit. I had a tanned God of a man laying next to me and I had to be a hot mess with my makeup on from the night before and my breath, which had to reek like ass, since it sure tasted like it did. And I also had absolutely no idea what his name was.
“Last night was something else,” he said, sitting up and dropping the blanket. It stopped where his treasure trail ended and there was definitely not any sort of underwear line. He was naked. In my bed. And I didn’t remember a damn thing about it.
“Definitely.” I sat up, trying to appear confident, but there was no way my body looked half as good as his, so I kept the blanket over my giant boobs.
“Want to get breakfast?” He was grinning from ear to ear with his blue eyes locked on me. Wasn’t this the moment in which he tried to get out of my bed as quickly as possible? That’s what most random hook ups did. At least that’s what mine did. Guys didn’t mind screwing me, but to be seen with the curvy chick? Nuh uh.
“No, that’s cool. You can go...um...home?” I arched an eyebrow. I wasn’t sure if he was another person there on business or really anything about the guy. He could have worked at the casino for all I knew.
He crept over to my side of the bed and I gasped as he lifted the blanket up before he slowly straddled my hips with his toned thighs. His cock was pressed practically against my belly button and ready to go. “Now, darlin’, why would I leave when I have my beautiful bride in bed with me?”
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