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  “I’m not even trying on this pleather thing or this red one.” Sydney picked them from his arms and tossed them to the side. “I’ll try these,” she said, grabbing what was left in his arms.

  “Let me know if you need any help,” he replied, smiling ear to ear.

  “Not funny, Mr. Matthews. You stay put,” she instructed, entering the fitting room. First, she tried on the white baby doll nightgown. It was cute, cut in a flyaway style that tied in the back with a bow at the bodice. The second one was bubble gum pink satin with black lace. It consisted of shorts and a cami. The shorts fit fine, but she was having trouble lacing up the top.

  Sydney popped her head out of the fitting room to see if there was a sales girl around to help her. Of course, the only person around was Marcus, sitting patiently while waiting for her to finish.

  “Marcus, could you help me out a second?” Sydney tried to keep a straight face. She knew he would think this was a set up.

  “Really? Are you kidding me?”

  “No, really. I can’t fix the strings to tie this.” Before she finished her sentence, he was standing behind her in the fitting room.

  He had every intention of just tying up the back and getting out. His first mistake was looking down at her ass in those satin shorts, and he couldn’t resist. He gave her cheeks a slight squeeze while placing a light kiss on the nape of her neck. Suddenly, his shorts grew tight in the front.

  “Marcus, we’re in a public place. Behave yourself.” She tried to be stern, but after the kiss on her neck, she didn’t even know how she was still standing. Her legs felt like cooked spaghetti.

  His second mistake touching her, and now he couldn’t stop. He slid his hands into the satin top from behind and cupped her tits. He could feel that her nipples were already hard. When he felt her head fall back onto his shoulder, he lost control.

  Extending his chest just enough to give her a nudge, he made her put her arms out in front of her and placed her hands on the wall for stability.

  “Spread your legs just a little more. You’re barely dressed as it is,” he whispered in her ear. She would have refused, but the sparks that ran through her body must have fried her brain. She dutifully spread ‘em.

  Marcus unzipped his shorts and thrust his hips forward, feeling how wet she was between her legs. He pushed gently on the small of her back, and Sydney willing put her ass out there. Reaching both hands between her legs, he used his fingers to separate her lips and slid right in.

  The moan that escaped her mouth surprised Marcus. He immediately placed his hand on her mouth to quiet her. He was even more surprised when she started sucking his fingers like they were pieces of candy.

  He held onto her hip with his free hand and began thrusting his hips in short strides, hitting her root harder each time. By the fourth thrust, Sydney unraveled, and her sex pulsated around Marcus’ dick. Two thrusts later, Sydney was still coming, and Marcus exploded.

  Tucking his dick back into his shorts, Marcus asked, “So, you think we should buy these?”

  “I’m guessing we have to since I’ve already used this one.”

  After Sydney quickly redressed, they made their purchase and were out the door, both wearing huge grins on their faces.

  Hello, Sydney called out to whatever was possessing her body, whoever’s holding my brain hostage, please let it go. I can’t afford to have another episode like this again. I’m too fucking old to be doing this kinda shit.

  “Wow, that was fuckin’ hot. Not only are you sexy, but you’re fun,” Marcus declared, pulling Sydney close to his side and kissing the top of her head. “Let’s go have some lunch. I’m starving now.”

  After having a nice lunch in which they managed to keep their hands to themselves, Sydney was ready for a nap. She hadn’t taken a nap since the twins were infants. Crap, the kids. It was her third day in Vegas and she hasn’t spoken to anyone back home. She’d have to make time later this afternoon to check in at home.

  Marcus reached into his pocket to get his cell to call for their car. “Hey, even though I have to meet clients for dinner, I’d love it if you would meet me afterward for cocktails. We could go to the club at the hotel.”

  “What club would that be?”

  “I’m not sure, but I’ll be at the Venetian.”

  It felt like someone took a spear and harpooned her heart. She dropped the bags she was holding, drew her hands to her heart, and started crying.

  “Baby, are you okay? Take a breath. Breathe. Sydney, what just happened?” Marcus gathered her into his arms.

  “I can’t go to the Venetian, I just can’t.” The look on her face told it all.

  “Shit, were you originally staying there? Fuck, I’m sorry. I should have guessed. I’m so sorry, Syd.” He was coddling her like a little baby, swaying side to side. “We don’t even have to leave the room. I’ll cancel my appointment.”

  “No, you go meet your clients. I’ll be fine. I just need a little time to recoup. How ‘bout we just meet at the nightclub at the Bellagio?”

  “Are you sure?”

  She nodded.

  The car ride back to the hotel was quiet. Sydney was having trouble deciphering the thoughts in her head. She was so caught up in her own enthrallment with Marcus. She never once thought how the kids would react to her being with someone other than their father. Was she jumping the gun? She wasn’t even sure Marcus would be interested in her outside of Vegas. She looked at him long and hard. What would a man like that do with me in the real world?

  Marcus’ heart ached. She looked miserable. Why wouldn’t she just talk to him? Would she ever be able to open her heart again and love someone the way he wanted to be loved? He caught her looking at him, and at that moment, he realized he would do whatever it took for her to realize how good they were for each other.

  CHAPTER SIX

  That night, Sydney decided she’d wear the chiffon one- shoulder splash print dress with pointed hems to the club with Marcus. She paired it with her new strappy black pumps. She stuffed her ID and room key into a matching clutch.

  After she showered and dressed Sydney tossed her hair up into a French twist and was ready to go. Because she had some time left before she had to be at the club she decided to check Facebook. She was astonished to see a message from her sister, Natalie.

  Syd, it’s been almost three days and I haven’t heard from you. Not even, “I’ve landed and I’m okay“. Nothing. I’ve been trying to reach you on your cell. Maybe you lost it. I’m hoping you’ll check Facebook and call me. The kids want to talk to you. ♥Nat

  Sydney scrambled for her cell. She hadn’t even checked it once since she left Delaware. Damn it, I forgot my charger. The phone was dead, and she hadn’t even noticed. She could have just used the hotel phone, but then there would be a whole lot of questions to answer. Questions Sydney wasn’t sure she had the answers to. It was easier to just message her back on Facebook.

  A guilty feeling washed over her. She had never kept anything from her sister. Natalie was her best friend. Sydney felt like she was dishonoring their special bond as sisters. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t eventually tell her what happened while she was in Vegas. She just couldn’t tell her now.

  Nat, I’m so sorry to make you worry. I forgot to pack my phone charger. The plane ride was interesting. Vegas is not what I expected. I changed hotels when I got here. I couldn’t stay at the Venetian. Tell the kids I love them, give them big hugs and kisses for me and I’ll see you when I get back into Philly. Luv U, Syd

  Well, she hadn’t lied. She just hadn’t told the complete story. But she would. Nat would know something was up as soon as she saw her.

  It took her a while to get to The Bank. When she got there, it was a mob scene. It seemed like thousands of people were waiting to get in. She’d never really done the club scene when she was younger. She’d always thought she wouldn’t be picked to go in and never bothered. She waited to the side of the line until Marcus arrived.

 
She scanned the crowd to make sure she had beaten him there. That’s when she saw a man in a stunning gray pinstriped, double-breasted suit. He had on a light gray shirt with a matching pinstriped vest and a satin purple tie. His gorgeous shoes were definitely from Italy. Then she noticed his eyes, piercing gray and looking right at her. Marcus Matthews, holy shit.

  She couldn’t even speak when he approached her. He grabbed her hands and placed a kiss on her cheek. “You look hot in that dress. I was hoping you’d wear that one.”

  “Hot isn’t even descriptive enough for you. You’re fucking on fire. Stifling!” She wished she’d packed an extra pair of panties at this point, because the ones she was wore were already soaked.

  He leaned in for a passionate kiss, his tongue swiping at her tonsils. “You keep talking like that, I’m gonna have to find a fitting room and have my way with you.”

  The smile on Sydney’s face as she remembered the fitting room in Frederick’s brought just as much joy to Marcus as the actual event had.

  “Unless you called in another favor, I’m not sure we’re even getting into this place. You’d have no problem, though. I’m sure I’m out of my league here.”

  “You have more class in your little pinkie than any girl here.” He reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out a tube of lip gloss. “Somehow your bag got mixed up with mine, and I thought you might need one.” He opened the tube and began applying a coat of gloss to her lips. When he was done, he kissed her and rubbed his lips together. “Hotness, you won’t have a problem getting in anywhere looking like that.”

  He guided Sydney through the crowd of people to the entrance and gave his name to the bouncer. The bouncer checked his sheet and opened the red velvet robe for them to enter. As she passed him, she heard him mumble, “Lucky bastard.” She couldn’t help but look back.

  “Somebody else you’d rather be with?” He asked in a snippy tone.

  “Hell no! As far as he’s concerned, I’m here with the luckiest bastard,” she said as she squeezed his ass cheek and kissed his lips.

  It seemed liked there were even more people inside than waiting outside. Sydney wasn’t sure she’d be able to take much of the crowd.

  “You have that look again. Don’t worry. I did call in a favor, and we have a VIP booth reserved.”

  She touched her hair in a weird way. ”Your hair looks amazing. What are you doing?” Marcus asked.

  “I’m searching for the bug you somehow planted in my brain. There’s definitely something in my brain that’s communicating with something in your brain. Every time I think, you reply out loud. It’s more than freaky, and it’s really starting to scare me. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

  “Babe, you’re not going crazy. We just have a connection that’s unexplainable. Accept it for what it’s worth. We’re in Vegas. Let’s call it luck and enjoy each other’s company.”

  That comment solidified the idea that this was only a Vegas thing. She would only have Marcus for the next four days, and she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

  They barely made it to the VIP booth reserved for them unscathed. Sydney trailed behind Marcus like a little kid. She couldn’t even keep track of the number of girls who asked Marcus to dance as they walked through the crowd. “With someone,” he replied each time while holding up Sydney’s hand to prove it.

  “Whew, I thought we’d never make it here in one piece,” Sydney said as she slid into the booth.

  “Babe, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I’ve got you covered.” I’d like to fucking cover you with my body right now.

  The waitress wasn’t too far behind. Marcus ordered a bottle of champagne and a bottle of Silver Patron.

  “That’s a lot of liquor for just the two of us. Are we expecting more people?”

  Marcus moved closer to envelope her in his arms. “Syd, it’s just you and me. I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

  “We’re gonna be absolutely wasted if we drink all that.” Sydney noticed Marcus’ smirk. “Is that what you had planned?”

  “Not exactly, but now there won’t be any inhibitions to get in the way.”

  Not knowing how to reply to that, Sydney turned to look at the dance floor. It was packed with people. She loved to dance. There was no way in hell she was going down there to dance, though. She felt like she was the oldest women in the club.

  “If you wanna dance, we can dance right here.” Marcus spun her around and started swaying his hips to the beat of the music.

  “If we go down there to dance, other men will try to cut in, and that won’t end well.” Marcus had the most serious look on his face.

  “I’m not the one that got asked to dance more than a dozen times while making his way up here.”

  “You saw that I told them I was with someone. Women are brassy that way. They‘ll get right in your face. Men will wait till you’re out there moving your junk before they approach you.”

  The waitress came back with their bottles. Marcus poured them each a shot of Patron. “Here, I can see the inhibitions are rearing their ugly little faces already. How many times do I have to say it before you’ll believe it? You’re the sexiest woman I know, and I don’t care to know anyone else.” He kissed her and ran his tongue across her bottom lip.

  “I actually like the sound of it when you say it, especially when it’s followed by a kiss like that. I’ll probably make you say it a thousand more times before I leave.”

  That hit him like a ton of bricks. Before she leaves? He took a second shot of Patron. He couldn’t imagine being in Vegas without her. In fact, he couldn’t imagine ever being without her.

  “Let’s not ruin the night talking about that. We’re here now, and I just want to hold you.” He spun her back around to watch the dance floor again, standing very close behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist.

  The smell radiating off her body was so enticing that he couldn’t help but nibble on her earlobes. “You smell so good, I just want to eat you.”

  Sydney spun around so fast she almost gave herself whiplash. “Not here. Not now. There’s a ton of people around.” Her expression was panic stricken.

  “Babe, I won’t do that right here in the open. I have class. I’d just wait till we got home.”

  “Yeah, that was real classy at the mall today,” Sydney interrupted, cocking her head to one side and puckering her face.

  He kissed her forehead, then the bridge of her nose, both cheeks, and finally her lips. Pouring two more shots and two glasses of champagne, they watched the dance floor like a scheduled show was about to start.

  Every now and then, a song would come on that Sydney liked, and she would sway her body to the beat. One bottle of champagne and a half a bottle of Patron later, Marcus had to sit down. The alcohol wasn’t getting to him as much as the swaying of Sydney’s hips. Just watching her gave him a constant hard on.

  However, the alcohol was playing a huge role in Sydney’s behavior. From the moment she sat on Marcus’ lap, she couldn’t keep her hands off him, starting at the top of his freshly shaven head and running the whole way down to his belt buckle.

  “You’re treading thin ice, Syd,” Marcus warned, catching Sydney’s hand at his buckle. “Your little dance routines have had my dick stiff for a while.”

  Sydney ignored the warning and continued seducing Marcus with her lips. She grabbed his head, brought it down to her level, and kissed the top. She trailed kisses over his forehead down to the tip of his nose. By the time she reached his lips, Marcus had his hands under her dress and on her thighs.

  He walked his fingers right up to her sex. Her panties were soaked. “Hotness, wet much?”

  “What do you expect? You’ve been poking my ass with your dick all night. Fuck the underwear. I’m not wearing them anymore. This happens every time I’m around you,” she rambled, slurring her words.

  He pulled her panties to the side and slid two fingers into her wet heat. She gasped, clearly shocked that he was
following through on his warning. He withdrew and then thrust his fingers back into her pussy, savoring the feeling of her getting wetter.

  Her lips completely covered his, their tongues tangling. She dug her nails into the back of his neck, trying to get her tongue deeper into his mouth.

  He felt her pussy getting tight, and then she threw her head back and let out a moan that was sure to rock the club. He could feel the contractions of her muscles as she came. It seemed like an eternity until she opened her eyes and rejoined the human race.

  “Syd, we need to go. Now. I need to get you naked so I can fuck you all night long.”

  Sydney grabbed her clutch from the table and allowed Marcus to lead her toward the entrance. When they left the VIP booth, a group of men were leaning against the wall. Marcus heard one of them call out, “That was hot.” He turned to get a better look at the speaker but Sydney pushed his shoulder to keep moving.

  The moment the elevator doors closed, Marcus began undressing himself. Sydney was still reveling in her recent orgasm. By the time they reached the door to Marcus’ suite, all that was left to remove were his pants. He closed the door behind them, threw his clothes on the floor, and grabbed the hem of Sydney’s dress to pull it over her head. Sydney slid off her panties while Marcus removed his pants.

  They stood naked, just staring at each other, and then Sydney threw her arms around his neck, hoisting herself up and wrapping her legs around his waist. “I believe you promised me a fucking.”

  Shaking his head in disbelief, Marcus bolted for the bedroom. When they reached the bed, Sydney didn’t even let go of him. She just leaned back and dragged Marcus with her. For a split second, she felt the ball of his barbell brush against her clit, and then pushed into her.

  They fucked for hours. Marcus on top, then Sydney on top. Marcus standing and Sydney on the edge of the bed. Sydney face down and Marcus ramming her doggy style. Sydney’s legs were stretched in so many directions that she felt like a rubber band.