Rocking Vegas: Passport 2 Love by Regina Frame

Author:Regina Frame [Frame, Regina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-03T18:30:00+00:00

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It was two in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. I had too much energy flowing through me—my body wouldn’t relax and my mind couldn’t shut down. We had sex two more times and I debated on waking her again, but I decided against it. She needed her rest. I eased out of bed careful not to wake her, grabbed my boxers off the wood floor, and slipped them on to head downstairs to make some coffee. I wasn’t the least bit sleepy. I opened up my laptop and fired it up to begin searching everything Johnny O. The first thing that popped up was a picture of him standing on stage with his band Filthy And I Know It. It said his name as Johnny Oxford, age twenty-five, and he was born in Los, Angeles. He formed his band of five guys six years ago. There was a photo of him and Raine walking the red carpet at a music festival. Her eyes are on him. Her smile bright, eyes sparkling. It looked like she couldn’t get enough of him. It felt like a knife to the gut. I should have been in the picture with her, not this numb nut. The odd thing I noticed were his eyes on the cameras and the fans. He was eating that shit up on a platter. His posture was haughty, a look of superiority on his face. Everything about the fucker screamed evil, sick bastard. I’d like to wipe that smirk right off his face.

“What are you doing down here?” Raine’s soft voice startled me as she padded her way to the coffee pot. I closed my computer in a rush. I didn’t want her to know I was down there digging up ghosts. I was supposed to leave that to someone else and I would for the time being as far as she needed to know.

“The question is, what are you doing down here? You were exhausted when I left the bed.” Her grin widened and her cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink.

“I reached for you and you weren’t there. Come back to bed and snuggle with me.” She sat her coffee on the counter and crawled onto my lap. Her forehead dropped to mine. Her whiskey eyes are full of sleep. “I’m not sleepy.” She gave me a naughty grin, her eyes raking down my chest and then hovering lower.

“What are you up to?” I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks and pulled her closer, over my growing erection. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.”

“I… I want you to fuck me. Hard,” she whispers, her lips lightly skimming over mine. I could feel her heat through her lace panties on my lap. All it would take was for me to slide that little scrap of material to the side and slip inside her. Right there at the dining room table. A vision of her spread out on my dining table and my head between her legs had my cock hard as steel.

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