Chapter Sixteen

Taryn

The High Roller sails toward the ground at what feels like an alarming rate.

Reagan looks at me and smiles. “Well, did you have fun?”

“Yes.” I mean it. I’ve never been one for the usual tourist traps, but this ride’s been romantic and charming. Kind of like the man himself. “But I can’t believe it’s almost time to leave.”

“You want another turn around?”

The truth is, I do. Talking candidly with Reagan has shown me a different side of him – a side I never expected to see. Between our date in the High Roller and watching him at Nixon’s comedy club, I’m starting to feel like I completely misjudged him.

The bartender clears his throat, making me jump in surprise. I’d been speaking so intimately with Reagan that I almost forgot about the bartender’s presence.

Reagan gives me a long stare before climbing to his feet and walking over to the bartender. I flush as Reagan pulls his wallet from his back pocket.

“Another go around,” Reagan says, pulling a sheaf of green bills from the calfskin folds. “And here’s an extra tip, just for you.”

The bartender frowns. “Sir, the tip is included in the fee.”

Reagan smirks. “I know, but you did such a good job…I think you deserve a little break.”

The bartender gnaws on his lip. “Sir, that’s against the rules.”

“There are no rules in Vegas,” he says, palming another hundred-dollar bill to the bartender. “Why not take yourself on a little break, and let my friend and I enjoy another trip around?”

The bartender looks at me, and I shrug, feigning a helpless look. “We’ll be fine,” I say, wishing him gone. “Won’t we, Reagan?”

Reagan turns and gives me a smoldering look that sets arousal flooding through my body.

“Oh, yes. We’ll be fine.”

When the bartender still doesn’t reply, Reagan sighs and pulls out three more large bills.

“Here,” he says. “You’ve really cleaned me out. I bet that’s more than you make in a week.”

The bartender stares at the wad of cash like a kid about to lick an ice cream cone. “Behave. I could lose my job over this.”

Reagan grins and draws his finger across his chest. “Cross my heart, we’ll be good. Enjoy your break.”

The bartender gives the High Roller car one last fleeting look before stepping out, locking the car closed behind him.

We’re going to be so good, it’s bad.

“Can I get you a drink?” Reagan asks. “I’m a decent bartender. At least, that’s what my clients tell me.”

I bite my lip and flush. “I’m good for the moment.” My heart pounds and my pussy throbs in anticipation. It admits before my brain that Reagan just paid five hundred dollars to a perfect stranger so he can fuck me at five hundred feet.

“Good,” he says, winking. “Because I don’t really feel like carrying you out of another club, kicking and dancing.”

Reagan makes his way across the car and sits down next to me. A whiff of Givenchy’s Pi for Men floods my senses, and I can’t help blushing again. I don’t know what it is about Reagan, but being with him makes me feel vulnerable, exposed.

“So,” Reagan says, putting an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. “I thought you might like a chance to talk, uninterrupted.”

“I’m sure that guy’s seen stuff that would make your hair curl,” I observe. “He’s probably paid in blow and strippers more than he’s tipped in cash.”

“I didn’t have either on hand,” he says with a wicked grin. “And I wanted to be alone with you.”

His words send a delicious shiver down my spine, and I gnaw on my lip, staring into his deep blue eyes.

“Why?” I whisper, wanting him to say it out loud.

I want to fuck you, Taryn. I want to spear you with my giant cock until you pulse around me.

Reagan doesn’t reply. He tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls me close, pressing his mouth to mine. There’s dark stubble covering his jaw, and it rubs against my skin. It almost hurts, but I enjoy the sensation. Somehow, it reminds me that I’m really here, kissing the most incredible man I’ve ever not just met. This new and improved version of Reagan Caldwell makes my knees wobble with a desire I’ve never known.

“Taryn,” Reagan pants in my ear, breaking the kiss and nibbling on my earlobe. His teeth and warm tongue send another amazing shiver of lust down my spine, and I gently push him away and crawl onto his lap. My skirt hikes up as I spread my legs and cuddle close to Reagan’s chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. When he kisses me, he slides his tongue into my mouth, and I moan. He tastes delicious – like man, with a hint of booze – and I feel a tingle all over my body as our kiss grows deeper.

Everything about him makes me yearn to spread my legs and expose myself to him. I split my thighs apart as far as I can without it being painful. Reagan wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close until my pussy is right over his groin. I can feel his hard shaft through his pants. Wetness floods my panties, and I stifle a groan as Reagan grinds his sex against mine.

He runs his hands up and down my back, gently rubbing and scratching until I’m practically screaming at him to fuck me. This isn’t like before – a quiet but intense town car orgasm. This is better. I feel practically drunk with lust as Reagan slips his fingers under the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head. The cool air of the High Roller car chills my skin, and I shiver.

“Cold?” Reagan asks before kissing my neck.

“No,” I murmur. “Just right.”

My fingers tremble as I fumble with the buttons on his shirt, eager to expose his muscular chest. He shudders under my touch, and I stroke my hand down his smooth skin, admiring the months of obvious work he’s put into chiseling his body. There’s a small tattoo on his shoulder that I’ve never noticed before, and I dip my head to his chest, kissing and licking the salty, musky skin.

Reagan shudders under my touch, and I feel powerful. Brazen. I want this man with every fiber of my being, and at the same time, I want him to know it.

“I never knew you had a tattoo,” I say. “I wouldn’t have guessed that about you. You’ve started surprising me. In the best ways.”

The air fills with erotic tension and electricity – I somehow expect that touching Reagan will shock my fingers. But instead, our bodies behave like magnets, pulling every inch of my bare skin toward his. I can’t stay away from him. I want to rip off my clothes and throw myself into his arms, just to feel his perfect chest against breasts.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Reagan growls. “But you’re going to learn. Right now.”

He tangles his hand in my hair again and pulls my head back. When I feel his hot lips and tongue against the sensitive skin of my neck, I arch to grant him better access. Reagan goes lower and lower, kissing the swell of my breasts as I lean away from him. My nipples are as hard as pebbles inside my lace bra, and when I feel Reagan’s hot breath on my sensitive skin through the material, I about lose it. No man’s ever made me feel this way. Ever.

Reagan slips his hands into the cups of my bra, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples until I’m wriggling on his lap, trying to increase the pressure on my throbbing clit. He’s going too slowly. Being too patient. I grind on his hard cock, counting the seconds until he slides inside of me and takes me the way I want him to. For once, I’m not in complete control, and I’m not sure I can handle it. I lean forward and kiss him, having to claim some part of him on my terms, moaning into his mouth as he rubs and pinches my nipples. The arousal flooding my body overwhelms me, and I’m soon whimpering and panting into Reagan’s mouth.

“Eager girl,” he whispers, making me flush because he caught me being so demanding.

Well, he can deal with it. If he wanted some mousy shrinking violet in the bedroom, he can damn well think again. With a skilled hand, Reagan reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, pulling it away from my skin. He pushes my skirt up to my waist and slips a hand between my legs. When I feel his fingers stroking me through the lace of my panties, I bite my lip to keep from crying out. His touch is heaven. Perfection. Exactly what I need and want. I close my eyes and tilt my head back. Reagan slips a finger inside of my panties and into my slick heat. I gasp and rock my hips, reaching down and grabbing his hand, pushing it further against my body.

In a rush of passion and impatience, I reach for Reagan’s belt, pulling it open and fumbling with the snap of his trousers. Reagan gently pushes my hands away, then puts his arm under my legs and moves me to the carpeted floor of the High Roller. He keeps his blue eyes locked with mine as he unzips his pants and pushes them down his muscular thighs. His boxers are tented with his erect cock, and Reagan groans with relief when he pulls them down and kicks them to the side. I lick my lips in anticipation. He’s huge. By far the biggest I’ve ever had, and I can’t wait to feel that magnificent stretched, full feeling that I savor. Then he gets to the floor and crawls between my legs. He leans close to kiss me as his hands tug my panties down my thighs. The musky scent of my desire fills the air as he pulls my legs apart and just stares at my wet pussy.

“Beautiful,” he says. “I thought that the last time, too. I couldn’t wait to see you splayed out for me again. I don’t think I’ve ever loved anything more than this.”

He’s got both of my knees in a vice grip, but I’m so turned on by his words, I spread my legs even further. We remain like that for tortured seconds. He’s staring at my most intimate spot, and I’m staring at his eyes, not really believing this is happening.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask, breaking the spell.

Reagan pulls out his wallet, removes a foil-wrapped square, and rips the packet open with his teeth before sheathing his cock in shiny latex. I’m shivering and gasping with lust as Reagan takes my hands and holds them above my head, pinning me down to the floor. His hands are so big that he can engulf both of my wrists with one massive palm. With his free hand, Reagan steadies himself with a hand on my hip and slides inside of me. I’m so wet, he’s fully seated within me in one powerful stroke.

“God,” I moan out, arching my back, and wrapping my legs around Reagan’s muscular body. It feels so good that I can barely remember to breathe. He inches out and slides in deep again until he’s hitting my engorged clit in just the right way.

We stay locked together for a moment, then begin to rock and sway our bodies in the frenzied rhythm of passion. Reagan slides in and out of me, grunting and gasping with his own pleasure as it grows more intense. I struggle against his hand, loving the way it feels to be held down by a man that could break me in half if he really wanted to. I never thought Reagan would be the type to be demanding during sex, but then again, he’s a walking conundrum. For once in my life, I relinquish control and fall into the feeling of being taken.

Reagan lowers his face to mine and captures my mouth, sucking and nibbling on my lower lip until I thrash and twist beneath him. His tongue dances with mine and I groan with pleasure as Reagan’s cock slams inside of me harder and harder. His pubic bone rubs against my clit with every thrust, and I’m desperate for more stimulation. It feels so incredible. I never want this to end. I want to stay tangled up with Reagan on the floor of a High Roller until I’ve come at least three times.

“Taryn,” Reagan pants in my ear. “God, you’re so wet. So tight. I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

Me either. And I’m afraid I might become addicted.

He bites my earlobe, and a hot bolt of lust explodes in my lower belly. I whimper and rub myself against him as the pleasure builds. Reagan’s thrusting faster now, and I don’t even care about the rug burn forming on my back and ass as he fucks me hard and deep.

“Reagan,” I moan, closing my eyes, and arching my back. Reagan releases my hands, and I wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer than ever. Reagan slips a hand between our bodies and rubs my clit with his thumb to the rhythm of his thrusts. The extra pleasure sets me off, and I cry out with ecstasy as my orgasm rips through my body like claws through wet silk.

Reagan flips his head back and growls. With both hands, he grabs my hips and holds on as he pumps savagely. When I feel him begin to tremble and buck, I lean up and kiss him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He shivers as his cock trembles inside of me. He buries his face in my shoulder and growls, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close.

When it’s over, we lie on the floor, dazed, and breathing hard.

“I can’t believe we did that,” I say after my breathing returns to normal. I don’t want to even consider that in a short time, I’m going to have to let this incredible man go. He has a life, and it’s not here.

“I’m sure people do it all the time,” Reagan says, turning his head to look at me with a well-pleasured look. It softens him, and somehow it makes him look hotter than ever. “I wouldn’t worry too much. You need to cut loose more. I’m glad I made you.”

I grin and sit up, reaching for my bra and panties. My skirt is wrinkled from being twisted around my waist, but I don’t care. Everyone’s going to know we’ve been fucking. Hell, the poor bartender already knows.

“I don’t want to think about other people having sex in here,” I say as I pull my shirt over my head. “That’s gross.”

“But it’s not gross that we just did?”

I wrinkle my nose and don’t answer. What am I doing with Reagan Caldwell, the sexiest buttoned-up lawyer in the world? He’s smart and funny – much funnier than I ever expected, based on the shadow of our shared past. But he doesn’t know about mine, not the whole story anyway, and I’m damn sure he’d never want to get involved with a former burlesque queen. He may appear liberal, but approving of a dancer and actually dating a dancer is two different things.

Just as we finish dressing, the High Roller arrives back down to the ground. The door opens, and the bartender comes back inside, smirking at our flushed faces.

“Another trip around, sir?”

“No.” Reagan kisses my cheek, his lips lingering on my skin. “We have a big day tomorrow, don’t we, Taryn?”

I can’t help flushing at the suggestive tone of his voice.

“Yes,” I whisper so only he can hear. “We do.”