been a horn dog. They both had been. Women, women, women. Nothing was as exciting as a new conquest. And with their profession, the covert missions, constant travel—relationships just weren’t in the cards.
Besides, the world was filled with gorgeous, willing hotties who loved a man in a uniform. Blondes, brunettes, redheads. Full-figured, slender. Legs, boobs, thighs… Too many choices to settle for just one.
And fuck. He was in Vegas. Hot and willing women were everywhere. Some of them didn’t even charge. Determination, to find one of them and have her tonight, raged in him.
The elevator door dinged open and he glanced up as he made his way down the hall. The breath caught in his throat.
Yeah.
Exactly.
She was perfect. Long legs. Tantalizing curves, tightly wrapped. Boobs out to here and a slinky skirt. She wore a leather jacket over a clingy black shirt. Leather on a woman always made his mouth water a little. Her face was perfection to begin with—a delicate, alabaster sculpture—but her makeup, something exotic and alluring, caught him like a fist to the gut. Red lips. Eyes darkly shadowed with long, lush, patently false lashes and a Cleopatra slant. She carried her impossibly high heels in her hand, swinging them carelessly. Her bare pedicured feet slapped the floor in a saucy cadence.
She saw him coming and her lips quirked up. As though she had mysterious secrets, and they amused her. Her eyes raked him, assessing his muscles. She popped her gum. “Well hey there,” she cooed, swinging her shoes in a wider arc.
Dane felt her coo straight down to his balls.
Fuck.
Visions filled his mind. Visions of him pushing her up against the wall and fucking her here, now, scorched him.
Her face wrinkled up into an adorable puddle. “Say, do you know where Cody’s room is?”
Yeah. She had to be the hooker.
Something hot, hard and needy curled through his gut. “Cody doesn’t need your services tonight.”
She blinked. “He…doesn’t?”
“No. But I do. If you’re interested…”
Her eyes widened. She looked him up and down. Her tongue peeped out.
He shivered.
“Interested?” He loved the way her lips parted on the word. The way it floated between them on skeins of the air.
“Are you?” He shot her a speaking grin. It seemed to bedazzle her. His dimples did that to chicks sometimes. Apparently even pros weren’t immune.
A sigh passed her lips. She seemed to melt right there in the hallway. “I…am.”
Two words. Two little words.
They skewered him.
“Come on. My room’s this way.” He held out his arm, suppressing a quiver of excitement as she hooked hers into it and gazed up at him. Damn she was gorgeous.
Too bad she was a hooker.
He didn’t know where that thought, that trickle of regret, came from. Tonight was about reclaiming manhood—for all men. For Cody.
He would sink himself into sensuous pursuits without compunction. Fuck her and send her on her way.
If she was any good, maybe he’d give her a tip.
Chapter Two
Tina waffled. Oh, not about her decision to go with him. She was definitely doing that .
She was torn between desolation that Dane Coulter—the guy she’d been in love with her entire life but who had barely noticed her—didn’t recognize her, and exultation that he was noticing her now. She could only chalk it up to the makeover Angie had insisted they all have for their sexy photo shoot, which had been part of the bachelorette party package.
She looked damn good and she knew it.
Good enough to— finally —capture his attention.
Her makeup was some perfect confection created by an artist who dubbed himself The Master . Her outfit was to-die for, despite the fact it had been culled from a bargain basement. Even her hair was cooperating tonight, her long locks falling in perfect waves down her back.
She’d been on her way to show her brother her new “look,” to laugh about it perhaps, when she’d seen Dane, the man of her long-held
Besides, the world was filled with gorgeous, willing hotties who loved a man in a uniform. Blondes, brunettes, redheads. Full-figured, slender. Legs, boobs, thighs… Too many choices to settle for just one.
And fuck. He was in Vegas. Hot and willing women were everywhere. Some of them didn’t even charge. Determination, to find one of them and have her tonight, raged in him.
The elevator door dinged open and he glanced up as he made his way down the hall. The breath caught in his throat.
Yeah.
Exactly.
She was perfect. Long legs. Tantalizing curves, tightly wrapped. Boobs out to here and a slinky skirt. She wore a leather jacket over a clingy black shirt. Leather on a woman always made his mouth water a little. Her face was perfection to begin with—a delicate, alabaster sculpture—but her makeup, something exotic and alluring, caught him like a fist to the gut. Red lips. Eyes darkly shadowed with long, lush, patently false lashes and a Cleopatra slant. She carried her impossibly high heels in her hand, swinging them carelessly. Her bare pedicured feet slapped the floor in a saucy cadence.
She saw him coming and her lips quirked up. As though she had mysterious secrets, and they amused her. Her eyes raked him, assessing his muscles. She popped her gum. “Well hey there,” she cooed, swinging her shoes in a wider arc.
Dane felt her coo straight down to his balls.
Fuck.
Visions filled his mind. Visions of him pushing her up against the wall and fucking her here, now, scorched him.
Her face wrinkled up into an adorable puddle. “Say, do you know where Cody’s room is?”
Yeah. She had to be the hooker.
Something hot, hard and needy curled through his gut. “Cody doesn’t need your services tonight.”
She blinked. “He…doesn’t?”
“No. But I do. If you’re interested…”
Her eyes widened. She looked him up and down. Her tongue peeped out.
He shivered.
“Interested?” He loved the way her lips parted on the word. The way it floated between them on skeins of the air.
“Are you?” He shot her a speaking grin. It seemed to bedazzle her. His dimples did that to chicks sometimes. Apparently even pros weren’t immune.
A sigh passed her lips. She seemed to melt right there in the hallway. “I…am.”
Two words. Two little words.
They skewered him.
“Come on. My room’s this way.” He held out his arm, suppressing a quiver of excitement as she hooked hers into it and gazed up at him. Damn she was gorgeous.
Too bad she was a hooker.
He didn’t know where that thought, that trickle of regret, came from. Tonight was about reclaiming manhood—for all men. For Cody.
He would sink himself into sensuous pursuits without compunction. Fuck her and send her on her way.
If she was any good, maybe he’d give her a tip.
Chapter Two
Tina waffled. Oh, not about her decision to go with him. She was definitely doing that .
She was torn between desolation that Dane Coulter—the guy she’d been in love with her entire life but who had barely noticed her—didn’t recognize her, and exultation that he was noticing her now. She could only chalk it up to the makeover Angie had insisted they all have for their sexy photo shoot, which had been part of the bachelorette party package.
She looked damn good and she knew it.
Good enough to— finally —capture his attention.
Her makeup was some perfect confection created by an artist who dubbed himself The Master . Her outfit was to-die for, despite the fact it had been culled from a bargain basement. Even her hair was cooperating tonight, her long locks falling in perfect waves down her back.
She’d been on her way to show her brother her new “look,” to laugh about it perhaps, when she’d seen Dane, the man of her long-held
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