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Mia (Captured Hearts Book 3) by E.R. Wade (3)

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Jake – Two years ago

The best decision I ever made was coming to Vegas a day early before the rest of the guys.

I can’t stop looking at the brown-haired beauty in front of me. When I came down to the bar, my intention was to have a few drinks the find a restaurant and have dinner before going back up to my suite to sleep. But as soon as I walked in, I saw her siting at the bar, and it’s like my entire body zeroed in on her. Without thinking about it, I moved towards her and situated myself right beside her not caring who was on the other side. I struck up a conversation with her and to my pleasure, she was receptive and friendly. She seemed a little shy but it was clear that she was having a hard time keeping her eyes away from me. And I feel exactly the same.

“Would you like to go for a walk? We could just walk down the strip.” I wanted to have some time alone with her and without her friends looking at us curiously.

She smiles at me. She’s a fucking goddess. “I’d like that.”

I take her hand and help her climb down from the bar stool she was sitting on. I’m still holding her hand as we make our way outside the hotel. It fits perfectly in mine and I’m not sure I’m ever going to let go.

As we walk down the strip surrounded by revelers, tourists and bright lights, we talk about everything from our different tastes in music to the places we’ve visited and the one thing we would change about the world if we could. I expected her to say what most people would – answers like end poverty, stop wars – but instead she said she’d reduce population growth. This led to me asking her if she wanted kids, she said she could have one with the right person but only one and she didn’t care about the child’s gender. I’ve never thought much about having children but as I look at her, she looks like the kind of woman any man would want to have lots of babies with – lots of them.

We stop by the Bellagio to watch the wildly-popular fountain display, and then continue our walk until Mia tells me we can’t continue in the heels she’s wearing. I offer to carry her or give her my shoes but she refuses so instead we find an unoccupied bench and sit on it. As soon as she takes off her shoes, I tell her to put her legs on mine and she does. I take a foot in my hands and massage it.

“That feels so good.”

I don’t know what the heck I’m doing because this is the first time I’ve massaged anyone’s foot but I’m glad she likes it. After a few minutes, I take her other foot and massage it too. She’s telling me about wanting to work in another country like South Africa and experience a whole new culture. She particularly likes Cape Town. I’ve been there a few times and I tell her it’s a beautiful city with good food. I learn that she was born in England and moved to Houston for college when she was eighteen. After her graduation, she moved to xxx for a job and then to New York, and then Dubai and back to New York. I tell her about some of the countries I’ve been to, and an edited version of my childhood – no one wants to hear about two people incapable of love and completely uninterested in the lives of their two sons who only stayed together because of money.

We sit on the bench for almost two hours before we decide to go back. [MORE]

I have to remember to buy my assistant, Nora, some flowers and xxx for badgering me relentlessly to take some time off. She’s been going on and on about how hard I work which is nothing new but in the last three weeks it was more than usual. Scratch the flowers. I’ll give her anything she wants. A hefty raise. A cruise. Anything.

“My hotel is a few buildings away.”

I want to tell her I’ll walk her back but the realization that I don’t want the night to end yet stops me. “Would you like to come up? We could order room service or just have a drink together.”

I hold her in my arms, and she melts into me. Everything feels so natural. I don’t understand it. It’s like she’s a part of me I didn’t know was missing until tonight.

“I’d like that.” She looks almost shy which surprises me. We make our way to the elevators with my arm/hand glued to her small waist. I don’t know if it was a good idea to invite her upstairs. Being in public helped me control my urge to find out what’s under the strapless red dress she’s wearing. Now, I’m going to be alone in my suite with her. This is sure to test the limits of my control.

“May I use your washroom/restroom/bathroom?”

“Sure. It’s the door on your left.”

She comes out [MORE]

“I was thinking we could –”

She walks up to me and leaning up, brushes my lips with hers. My arms instinctively curve around her waist. He sultry brown eyes look into mine, and I fall. Her lips brush mine again and her fingers stroke the back of my neck.

I take control of the kiss and claim her lips. Her sweet scent engulfs me and her soft moans make me deepen the kiss. She parts her lips for my tongue. This kiss is everything. I break the kiss and pull away from her. If I don’t stop now, we’re going to end up in my bed and I need her to know where this is going. Her lips are flushed pink and her lips are swollen making me want to claim them again.

“Mia, I’m not stopping because I don’t want you because believe me, I want you so damn much. I just need to be sure this is what you want.”

“I’m sure,” she says softly.

“This is going to end with us in my bed,” I tell her, staring into gorgeous light brown eyes which are filled with desire.

“I want you,” she says, putting her soft hand on my cheek.

I don’t wait for her to utter another word before my mouth swoops down and captures hers in a mind-bending kiss.

I peel off the dress that’s been driving me crazy all night. She’s wearing a black and gray strapless bra and a G-string. She looks like a goddess. This is perfection.

I want to make this night memorable for her. I’m going to take my time and savor her and give her as much pleasure as she can handle.

[MORE + condom]

I enter into her slowly, sinking deep into her tight core. Her inside grips me and I bury my face in the crook of her neck to stop myself from moaning out loud. Fuck. She feels so good.

This doesn’t feel like just sex. It feels like our first time but also like we’ve been together for a long time and are comfortable with each other’s bodies. It feels like what I imagine two people in love feel when they are together.

I stop myself again from moaning her name. This woman is unraveling me like no other. I would never have imagined ever feeling like this. I sink into her again slowly and slide back out. Perfect. She feels fucking perfect. The soft noises she’s making under me are driving me insane. I never want us to stop.

“You’re so fucking sweet, Mia. I want to have you ”

After we make love – because I sure as shit can’t call what we did anything else – we stay in bed and feed each other the chocolate covered strawberries and champagne I ordered from room service. The second time, she rides me and I can’t take my eyes and my hands off her perky/full tits. The third time is faster and harder, and just as amazing. I watch her fall asleep in my arms. [She was trying to stay awake. She didn’t want to give in to the exhaustion I’m sure she was feeling. She wanted to stay awake and talk with me. I guess I’m not the only one aware of how soon our time together is coming to an end. I kiss her forehead/temple] and I think about seeing her again. I live in Los Angeles and she lives in New York but I’m confident that we can make a relationship between us work, because giving her up [losing her] is not an option. We’ll see each other every weekend and we’ll talk every day. I eventually let exhaustion lull me to sleep while thinking of all the decisions and plans we need to make together when we wake up.