“Date night?”
“Something like that.”
A getaway might help in keeping Ciara sweet, but it also doesn’t hurt that I need to have a word with a certain someone who also resides in Sin City.
Liam laughs. “What a lucky lady.”
“Also, I need you to get word to Angus O’Malley. Tell him I want to meet.”
“Ah, there it is… Figured there would be more to this trip than just trying to get laid.”
“I don’t need to try,” I grunt.
“Of course not, because your shining personality does all the work for you.”
“Remind me why I keep you on the books?”
Liam chuckles again, and I force myself to take a steadying breath.
“Just send me the confirmation when it’s done.”
“Will do.”
By the timeI get home, the sky is starting to turn to dusk, casting the house in a warm orange glow. I don’t bother parking the car in the garage because I’ll be heading straight back out in less than an hour, only this time with Ciara in tow.
As I enter the house, soft footsteps move about upstairs, and I fight a smile.
“Ciara?”
The footsteps pause, and Ciara appears on the landing, her blonde hair slightly windswept and her face flushed and sweaty.
My mind descends to the gutter because she looks exactly how she does right after she climaxes. If she wasn’t wearing running gear, I’d have guessed she just finished having some alone time, perhaps with the wedding present I got for her.
I clear my throat as my cock starts to harden thinking of her getting herself off. It’s been close to a week since we last fucked, and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about dragging her out of her bed and into mine where she belongs, every night since.
The thought of stroking myself while watching Ciara get herself off is almost too much to bear, but right now we don’t have time to fulfill such a fantasy. We have a flight to catch.
“Hey,” she says a little too cautiously before crossing to the stairs. “Everything okay?”
I grind my teeth as I fight the urge to adjust myself, hoping she can’t see how painfully hard I am from where she is. “I need you to pack a bag.”
She pauses halfway down the stairs, her eyebrows pulling together in a frown as she stares at me. “Why?”
I should be insulted by the wall she’s instantly put up, butit’s my own damn fault for being such an ass. “We’re going away for the weekend.”
She blinks. “Where?”
“Vegas.”
She narrows her eyes at me as she crosses her arms. “Is this your way of saying that you plan on burying me in the desert?”
I can’t help but chuckle under my breath. “Not this time.”
“So, if you’re not planning on murdering me, then why are we going to Vegas?”
“Because I owe you. And because I’ve been a bit of an ass. Besides, you said you’ve never been to Vegas.”
“Abitof an ass?”
