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He nodded. “My lover, my sub, my wife, if you’ll have me someday.”

“You sure you don’t want to see the rest of my hand first? It might not be worth the risk.”

He pulled her, so she was flush against his chest.

“I wouldn’t bet on that, Ace.”

She stared up at him and knew she was a goner.

“OK. I’m all in.”

He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her fiercely.

“I love you. You’re the best bet I’ve ever made.”

He scooped her up, causing her to squeal. “Where are you taking me?” she asked as he strode through the casino.

“Home. We still have three weeks of solitude and I plan to make the most of every day.”

“But you’re not on house arrest any more. Surely you have to go back to work.”

They crossed through the entry doors and into the stifling Vegas heat.

“The beauty of being the boss, Ace. I’m officially on vacation and so are you.”

A car was waiting for them and he helped her into the backseat.

“I love you too,” she murmured as he wrapped an arm around her and told the driver to take them home. “Do you actually own the house?”

He nodded and grinned. “So do you. I wasn’t lying about that. I’m so sorry for the ways I misled you.”

She unbuckled and straddled him, holding his face in her hands. “I accept your apology. We’re going to pretend you’re still on house arrest and you can spend the next three weeks making it up to me.”

His hum rumbled in his chest and sent a shiver through her as she leaned down to kiss him.

“I hope you don’t think I’m going to switch roles with you, Ace. I’m still in charge.”

She grinned as his hand snaked into her hair and pulled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Sir,” she said with a whimper as his grip tightened.

Rylee leaned in and kissed him, sliding her fingers into his perfect hair. As she let herself get lost in his taste, her phone buzzed, and she gasped.

“Shit. I forgot about Carla,” she said pulling away from him to check her messages. But the message wasn’t from Carla. It was an unknown number.

You’re ruining everything and I’m not going to let you get away with it. Be on the next flight out of Vegas or you’ll regret it.

Her hands shook as she showed Memphis the phone. He didn’t curse, he didn’t even blink. But his gaze grew steely as he lifted the device from her fingers and tucked it in his pocket. “Don’t worry, lover. I’ll keep you safe.”

Rylee had no doubt he would, and despite still feeling shaky from the threatening message, she had a feeling Memphis would stop at nothing to find out who sent it and make them regret ever picking up their phone to send it.

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