"I still can't believe you put a tracker on my car," I mumble.I also can't believe how much that turns me on, but I keep that to myself. I don't feel so stalkerish about always peeking out my window towards his shop to see what he was doing."Trust that I'm always going to know where you are. I'm going to put a tracker on your fine ass." I can hear the laughter in his voice, but I know he's not joking."I want one too." I lift my head to look up at him."Go for it. I only go to the shop and car shows. Besides, I don't think either of us will have to track the other. I've made it so you never have to be far from me."He picks me up from off the counter and carries me back towards the bed. I wiggle against him, wondering what he's talking about, but I could also go for another round. I don't care if I'm sore."None of that." He drops me down onto the bed and I reach for him but he dodges me. He comes back a moment later with socks in his hand and wearing a pair of sweatpants. I sit up
We're running late by the time we get to the car show because Caroline wanted to get dolled up. And definitely not because I couldn't keep my hands to myself.I take her hand as we walk to the expo center and the guy at the door waves us in. When we step inside I glance over to see her eyes light up and I'm happy that she's excited and not sad about today. It's important for her to be here, but I was worried that she might not be ready. I give her hand a little squeeze and she winks at me.Goddamn is my woman beautiful. She looks like a pinup from the 1950s with the red bandana in her hair. She's got on a white top that's off the shoulder, red short-shorts, and red heels with cherries on them. I want to kiss her lips and mess up the lipstick she so carefully applied, but I know if I do I won't be able to stop."Where's the map?" She's looking around the entrance for the map of the featured cars. She always loves looking for her favorites and seeing those first."Don't worry about it,
Two years later..."This is bullshit." Roxy pouts as I try and put lip stain on her.It's a normal Friday night here at the shop, but tonight I'm letting my hair down. Well, more down because I always wear it that way. We have a sitter and I'm going to cut loose. I'm not only old enough to drink but I'm not knocked up either. I'm ready to try this drinking thing again and tonight is going to end a whole lot differently than the first time.The only problem is Roxy's pregnant. "It's contagious. You gave it to me." She points to her giant baby bump that's hardly showing. She's small so it looks big in comparison. If I didn't know any better I'd say it was fake. It looks like someone shoved a basketball under her shirt since it's the only place you can tell she's pregnant."There'll be a next time," I try and reassure her."Liar." She pulls back from me and gets up the best she can without falling over. "I heard Nolan talking about having another baby."I laugh because she's right. We've
Seventeen years later..."He's not driving it.""Nolan, we talked about this." Caroline grabs her camera off the kitchen counter and stands there waiting."I'll drive it and drop them off."She rolls her eyes at me like I'm being ridiculous, but I'm worried about our son Sam taking the Mustang to prom."It was his grandfather's car—the man he's named after. He's driving it, and everything is going to be okay."I let out a breath and cross my arms over my chest. There's no way I'm talking her out of this and what Caroline says goes. Mostly because she's right and not that I'm a pushover. I'd give my woman every damn thing she wanted but that won't stop me from worrying."You had a talk with him about...you know?"Caroline rolls her eyes and comes over to stand in front of me. "Yes, we talked about safe sex. But I'm pretty sure you're supposed to talk to him about that too.""I did," I mumble, but all I really did was give him some condoms. She's better at the rest of it than me.She lo
Talia Grande has been shielded her entire life by an overprotective, doting father. Sick of him, she escapes all the way to notorious Vegas to get a breather and start life on her own terms.The first job that comes her way is risky, but Talia has always been all about risks.Make some cash as a cocktail waitress in an infamous, huge casino.As the owner of the biggest casino in Vegas for the past fifteen years, Daniel Hart knows a problem, even with just a glance. Talia is trouble, he's aware. And over his dead body is he going to let the drop-dead gorgeous, innocent farm girl loose on the casino floor or she'll drive his customers — men with questionable influence and loads of wealth — wild.But Talia has already done that. She's turned them to deranged idiots with her smile, her scent, her young, shiny body.He wants her, but he's far too jaded for a girl this innocent and sweet.When he finds out that Talia is homeless and needs a place to lay her head, he takes her home with him.
"No way. I don't interview waitresses."My colleague, Craig, jogs to catch up with me as I march down the carpeted hallway between offices. "Please. I've got a staffing issue tonight I've got to deal with. Just ask the girl a few questions, make sure she's got a nice ass and send her off to HR to do paperwork.""No.""God, you are such an asshole," he laughs, but there's frustration beneath the sound.So be it. I'm not here to make friends. In fact, in my position as a pit boss on the casino floor, I'm better off not having friends. I'm here to make sure cash flows the right direction and every cent of it is accounted for. I'm here to monitor gamblers and dealers, to make sure no one is trying to steal from the house. That's my profession, I'm damn good at it. And interviewing waitresses is not in the job description.Besides, there are rumors about how Craig likes to "interview" the girls and I want no part of that vile behavior. I witness more than enough debauchery throughout my ni
I don't understand why I'm suddenly on fire from head to toe.This is Craig?When I pictured the kind of man who would expect a female to remove her dress in order to get a job, I imagined him a lot more...smarmy. Slick.This man has integrity in every bulging line of his big body.No, big doesn't even begin to do him justice. He's a mountain.A beautiful, magnificent mountain.As I follow him down the hallway to the final door, I must squeeze my keys hard enough to hurt the palms of my hand. Otherwise, I fear I'll reach for him. Run my fingertips along his mammoth shoulders, sink them into his black hair. I have the strangest urge to climb onto his back and be carried. My goodness, that would be the most secure place in the world. On the back of this giant, my legs around his waist.That last part creates a pulsing sensation between my thighs.I bite down hard on my bottom lip and consider excusing myself to the bathroom, so I can rub myself through my panties. I know from experience
"Never." I'm very annoyed at him and yet...I want to crawl into his lap and pout and incite him further. My urges seem to conflict with the situation. Shouldn't I want to slap him, instead of crawling closer and getting right in his face? Because that's where I am. Leaned forward, matching his pose, until our faces are very close together. "Tell me what I'm built for.""No," he booms.Though his raised voice makes my insides tremble a little, I stand my ground. Somehow I know he wouldn't lay a finger on me out of anger. But how do I know that? "Then I'll just go get a job at a different casino and find out."That's a bluff. None of the other casinos answered my résumé submission—which I spent all day yesterday sending out from a Staples off the Strip. I don't lie often, but again, there is something inside of me that naturally pushes this man's buttons for enjoyment. Like I'm supposed to. Like it's the right thing for us.His gaze is locked on my mouth and he swallows over and over ag