Of course, this trip isn’t about connecting with me. It’s about business, just like everything else.
I was stupid to ever think otherwise.
“Sounds fun.” I force a smile, though my eyes sting with tears.
The walls around my heart go back up as I pull away emotionally and slip back into the version of myself that keeps Ronan at arm’s length. The version of me that protects her heart because I know how our story ends, and it’s not with a happily-ever-after in a Vegas penthouse suite.
It ends with me shattered and broken on the floor, wondering how I ever thought I could survive loving a man like Ronan Sullivan.
Chapter Thirty-Three
RONAN
“Wow.”Ciara’s voice slices through the silence as she steps out of the elevator and into the penthouse suite, her green eyes wide as she takes in the grandeur of the room.
To me, it’s nothing special. I’ve stayed in so many penthouses that they all blur together, and it takes something truly spectacular to get my attention.
And Ciara McCarthy is exactly that.
Spectacular.
“What do you think?” I ask, more interested in how good her ass looks in those leggings as she walks ahead of me rather than the suite.
“It’s nice.”
I lean against the door, crossing my arms as my lips pull into a smirk. “At ten thousand dollars a night, it better be more thannice.”
She whirls around, panic on her face as she looks at me. “Ten thousand? You spentthatmuch on a room? You’re insane.”
I shrug. “It’s not like I can’t afford it,Tine Bhaeg, so what’s the problem?”
She scoffs softly as she shakes her head, her blonde ponytail swaying behind her. “It just feels...excessive. There are people literally struggling to survive, and you blow a couple months’ salary on a hotel room.”
“Those people aren’t my problem.” I push myself off the doorframe and start to close the distance between us.
Her eyes narrow, and there is a flash of that fire behind them that makes her both infuriating and completely irresistible.
“You don’t care about anything that doesn’t fit into your little world, do you?”
I say nothing as I take a few steps closer.
Her breath catches as I lean down and brush my lips against her ear.
“Right now, the only person’s happiness I give a damn about is yours.”
“If that’s true, you’ve got a funny way of showing it.” She gasps as I run my tongue along her neck.
I chuckle under my breath before pulling back and capturing her mouth with mine. Then I waste no time sliding my hands beneath her sweatshirt, wanting to feel her soft skin beneath my fingertips as I force my tongue into her mouth.
She shivers beneath my touch as I trail my fingers lower until they’re sliding inside the waistband of her leggings, all while exploring her mouth with my tongue like I would if it was buried between her thighs.
“Ciara.” I groan against her lips when I feel how damp her panties are.
Her answering whimper as I gently stroke her pussy through her underwear sends a surge of blood to my cock.
But as much as I want to pull out my cock and bury myself inside her, we don’t have much time before our dinnerreservations, and there’s no way in hell I’m not going to take my time fucking Ciara.
But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let my wife leave this penthouse without climaxing first.
