Las Vegas Risk: A Romantic Suspense Novel (The Protecting Love Series Book 4) by Michelle Donn

Author:Michelle Donn [Donn, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Michelle Donn
Published: 2021-08-19T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-One

That ringing couldn’t be coming from inside his head. Harrison peeled open his eyelids, thankful that the suite’s blackout curtains were closed. His head ached, his mouth tasted like the bottom of a shoe, and he smelled like a smokey bar.

On his bedside table, a cell phone rang. The glow from the screen was enough to send him burrowing back into the pillows.

Next to him, Chevy groaned. She didn’t sound any better than he did. For his upcoming fortieth birthday, he would declare he was too fucking old ever to do shots again.

The phone’s piercing ringtone sounded again. Chevy tossed out an arm like she was trying to silence an alarm clock. She narrowly missed smacking him in the face.

“It’s your phone,” he croaked. His voice sounded like gravel. Had he been smoking? He remembered the first part of the limo ride. His cock stirred at the memory—Chevy’s pale skin against plush leather seats. The feeling of her coming apart under his tongue. Her climbing onto his cock and riding him while they drove. Coming so hard, he was sure the driver heard him shout—that he remembered.

After that, the night was a bit blurry. Flashes of neon, watching a plane take off, a champagne bottle. Through it all, Chevy was with him acting equally ridiculous. Her restraint had joined her ugly pantsuits, at least for one night. Fun Chevy was addicting.

The phone was an annoying little fucker. It just kept on wailing. He gave it the evil eye. He could see an empty champagne flute and a paper cigar ring in the glow of the screen. Ugh, he had been smoking.

Moving like a zombie, Chevy sat up and crawled over him, reaching for her phone and flipping on the lamp. The glare from the bulb intensified the throbbing in his skull. Ouch. Her naked breasts dipped tantalizingly close to his mouth. He wanted to suck a tight nipple into his mouth, but he was sure if he lifted his head from the pillow, it might implode.

She sat back, her ass resting on his rapidly hardening cock. She pressed the phone to her ear. “This is Adams.”

She didn’t sound any better than him. When whoever was on the other end of the call answered her greeting, she shuddered and held the phone a few inches away from her head. Then clicked it on speaker and turned the volume down. He didn’t blame her. The caller was too loud. It sounded like he was standing at the foot of their bed. And the bastard didn’t seem the littlest bit hungover.

“I got into Wendy Croix’s place, and it was all kinds of bizarre.” Ah, it was Jared.

“Okay.” Chevy’s eyes opened, and she sat up straighter. She was shaking off her hangover to work—more power to her. Harrison was planning on dying here in the suite.

“She’s not your stalker. Well, she is, but she’s not. The flowers are all her. The rest, there’s no way. I know her. I went to college with her. Wendy Croix is an alias of some kind.

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