“More reasons for me to cry.” I give hima mischievous smile.
“You are also receiving a portion of mygrandfather’s estate.”
“Alan,” I say with a humph.
“I needed you to sign papers for that aswell.”
“So that’s what we spent the afternoondoing, signing papers for your mom’s inheritance and Alan’s estate?”
“Yes, we met with the attorney, and thenyou and I had a late lunch. I’ve kept your family busy. They went to the top ofthe Eiffel Tower after lunch, and then did some shopping there. They’recurrently at the Cirque du Soleil show at the Bellagio.”
“Hmm.” Well, that’s good. They’ve beenkept busy all day. They probably had more fun without me. At least everythingworked out. My family got to sightsee in Las Vegas, and I got to see what beingarrested and put in jail feels like. Oh, I think I’m jealous of what my familyis doing. I shouldn’t be. I’m glad they are having a good time—well, hopefullythey are having a good time. I feel a stinging sensation on my chest just undermy left breast and look down to see Cole kissing and nipping me.
“Oh, there you are.” He looks up at mefrom where he’s sucking on my skin.
“So funny.” I push at his shoulders. Hebrings his face up to mine and I cover my lips over his, wrapping my handsaround his neck.
“What were you thinking?” Cole breathesagainst my lips.
“That I went to jail while my family istaking in a show.”
“Baby, I’ll give you a show.” He pushesmy hips down against his hard length.
“Cole,” I moan. “Ready to go again?”
“Again? Always.” And with a swift thrust,he fills me with pleasure.
CHAPTERELEVEN
“Oh, good lord.” I collapse on to my backwith exhaustion. A beautiful, amazing exhaustion I never want to end.
“No Cookie, what I think you mean is: Oh,good Cole.”
“Yeah, that too,” I say, my lungs stillburning for air, but my body pulsing with pleasurable aftershocks.
“I told Luke to tell your family we’dmeet them for a late dinner at nine in the dining room downstairs.”
“Sounds good. What time is it?”
“Just after eight.”
“We better get a move on.” I sit up.“There isn’t a chance you had clothes brought up, is there?”
Cole winks. “Very good, Cookie.”
“I’m learning your sneaky ways.” I getout of bed and stretch. Cole’s hand snakes up my backside, giving my butt asqueeze. I look up at him.
“Always,” he whispers again.
After we shower, I head out into theliving room where a large luggage rack has been left. Cole didn’t have clothessent up—he had an entire store delivered. There’s makeup, perfume and a coupleof different outfits.
“Did you find something to wear?” Hecomes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Yes, there are enough clothes here for aweek. But there aren’t any for you.”
“I know. This is my hotel suite. This iswhere I would stay when I came to town. I keep clothes here, not much, just afew things.”
I pick out a black maxi dress that has alarge red and orange flower along the front of it and a pair of flats. I keepmy hair and make-up to a minimum, and at ten to nine, I’m ready to go.
