The limo pulled up to the Bellagio, and one of the doormen opened the rear passenger door. “Welcome to the Bellagio Las Vegas. Checking in?”

Chase took his sunglasses from his eyes and looked at the expansive front of the hotel before answering the man. “Yes. The bags are in the trunk.”

The doorman nodded. “I’ll take them in. Registration is just ahead.”

Cecily took Chase’s arm and for a moment she felt like Cinderella, only this time she was invited to the ball and didn’t have to sacrifice a pair of heels.

Chase glanced down at her. “I reserved the honeymoon suite. I figured why not, right? Kind of a trial run for us, even if Las Vegas is a sandbox for people with too much money and too much time on their hands.”

Cecily stiffened a bit and Chase winced. “Cecy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean you or your family—” his words broke off and he exhaled.

“It’s okay, Chase. I understand.”

He watched her face. “Do you?”

She shrugged. “I’m trying. I never thought of myself as someone with too much of anything. Despite the money, things didn’t come easy for me. Not the things that mattered, anyway.”

He tightened his arm around her shoulders and urged her through the revolving doors. “Well, that’s all about to change. At least if I have anything to say about it.”

Chase steered her toward front reception and met the front desk clerk’s smile with one of his own.

“May I help you, sir?”

He nodded. “Yes. We are checking in to your honeymoon suite.”

The perky woman behind the desk smiled. “Congratulations. And what name is the reservation under?”

Cecily opened her mouth to answer, but Chase shook his head. “Villarreal,” he replied.

The woman tapped on her keyboard and then looked up with a smile. “The honeymoon suite for five nights. Shall I charge the room to the American Express used to make the reservation?”

Again, Cecily tried to interject but he wouldn’t let her.

“Yes,” he answered, handing her his gold card.

Cecily elbowed his side. “Chase, we agreed,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “No, we didn’t agree. You and Malcolm agreed. I made the reservation, so I’m paying for it.”

“Chase—” she began, but the hotel clerk handed him back his card and a small envelope.

“All set, sir. There are two keys in the folio. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

He flashed a gorgeous smile. “How about a bottle of champagne and some strawberries?”

A blush tinged the girl’s cheeks. “Already taken care of, sir. You and your wife enjoy your stay with us.”

With an argument on her lips, Cecily’s mouth snapped shut. Your wife. The words made the butterflies in her stomach loop-di-loop.

“Cecy? You okay?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes. What floor are we on?”

He grinned. “Penthouse. Where else?”

The bellman followed them into the elevator and inserted his keycard into a top slot, pushing the button with the P at the center. “Is this your first trip to Vegas?” he asked.

Chase shook his head. “Nope, but it’ll be the most memorable for sure.”

The man laughed. “Honeymooners.” He winked at Cecily. “Remember to come out of your room at least once while you’re here. Get some fresh air.” He brought the bags in, and Chase handed the man a twenty-dollar bill. “Enjoy,” the bellman replied and closed the door.

Cecily looked around at the spacious accommodations.

“So, what do you think?” Chase asked.

“Nice.” She nodded. “Unnecessary, but very nice.”

He frowned. “I know it’s not the St. Regis or the Ritz, but it’s the best they had on short notice.”

Cecily turned with a frown of her own. “That’s two cracks about money in the last thirty minutes. What’s going on, Chase? I told you to use my credit card to pay for the hotel, I don’t know why you felt it necessary to do this yourself and upgrade us to this palace.” She swung her arm out.

“I was coming to Vegas anyway, Cecily. Asking you to come with me makes you my guest. So, I upgraded. So, what!” He lifted his suitcase and put it on the king-size bed with a huff.

She exhaled. “I appreciate the gesture, Chase. I do. It’s just—”

“What?” He turned, annoyed. “That I can’t afford it?”

“No,” she balked.

His lips pushed to the side in a knowing smirk. “Nice try, Cecily, but it’s written all over your face.”

“It is not. What you see is me trying to figure out why you’re playing keep up with the Montgomerys. I may have lots of money, Chase, but I’m not a snob.”

“And?”

“And you’re treating me like I’m some stuck-up bitch that would have thrown a tantrum or something. I would’ve been more than happy staying in whatever room you had originally booked, Chase. I don’t need a dog and pony show.”

“You’re used to the best, Cecily. I wanted to show you I can give you the best.”

She exhaled again. “Don’t you get it? Money and its trappings were never my thing. I left that to my stepmother and stepbrother, two of the unhappiest people I know. The only thing I’ve ever wanted was to be happy and accepted. In case you haven’t figured that out yet, those two things were in short supply most of my life.”

At the look on her face, he softened. “I know, Cecy. That wasn’t hard to figure out. I wanted this week to be special. I wanted you to see that though I’m considering a twelve-month tour of duty with you, right now I’d be interested in re-upping.”

He took her in his arms and kissed her. The taste of her made his head whirl and his cock thicken in his pants as he skimmed her full curves, letting his fingers linger on the swell of her ass. When he broke their kiss, he stepped back, giving her space.

She kept her hand in his, but her mouth curved in a small grin. “So, marrying me is like entering a war zone?”

He grinned, pulling her close, and the two fell back on the bed. Chase ran a hand over her hip past her waist to graze her breast with his thumb. “As long as you get to be my P.O.W.”

“Depends. What are the terms of surrender?” Cecily’s lips slid into a teasing smile.

“Torture. Sweet, sensuous, sexy torture, so spread ‘em.” He slipped the straps from her camisole past her shoulders and dipped his face to the deep cleavage between her breasts. Taking one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched, and she gasped, arching into his hand. He kissed her hard, his tongue demanding more. Demanding everything.

Her breath caught as he fisted the front of her shirt, the fabric tearing as he yanked it free, exposing her naked breasts. Dipping his head, he took the soft flesh, his tongue teasing the torrid peaks. Her nipples hardened in his mouth and he grazed the hard flesh with his teeth as she sucked in a breath.

“I want you wet and dripping, Cecily. I want your juice all over my mouth and chin, your ass high as I fuck you with my tongue until you scream for my cock.” Chase’s eyes were dark with need. “On your back, Cecily.”

She scrambled higher onto the mattress and he slid his hands over her bare thighs under her skirt to her buttocks, slipping his fingers beneath the lace edge of her panties. Slowly he loosened them from her hips, pulling them to her ankles before tossing them to the ground.

He untied her wrap skirt, letting the linen fabric fall to either side. She was naked and wet, and he took in the fully fleshed sight, licking his lips. “You’re so fuckable, Cecily. My cock is hard as a rock just looking at your ass and the slick sheen between your thighs. You’re so wet and I know you want my hard length deep inside you, but I gotta taste you, babe.”

With one hand he reached between her thighs and cupped her pussy. “So wet. So slippery. I could slide a horse dick dildo into your slick slit and my cock into your ass and double stuff you, you’re so wet.”

A half whimper, half sigh escaped her throat as he spread her knees wide and dipped his face to her moist cunt. His tongue licked her from tight hole to her clit and he moaned. “Sweet and musky. Like salted candy.”

Two fingers spread her pussy lips before plunging deep, curling into her spot as his thumb worked her clit. His tongue sucked and bit, working the stiff nub until her hips rose and she bucked against his palm. With one fluid motion, he flipped her onto her knees and spread her ass cheeks, reaching low to spread her slick juice back, circling her tight ring.

Pulling her hips back, he pressed his cock to her pussy, slipping his swollen head inside, but no more. “You want inches, Cecily?”