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She falls to my shoulder. I press a kiss to her clavicle and then move her to the side.

I can’t wait anymore.

My zipper falls. My cock is in my palm. I shake as I pump myself, holding her gaze as I do. A bead of precum is already on the tip.

“You did this to me.” I stroke it once more and then stop. Reaching over, I drag my fingers through her slit. She moans again, and it only makes me harder. “I want you so fucking bad.”

My teeth are clenched as I spread her cum over my length and then run my hand up and down my shaft.

“I’m yours,” she says softly.

And that’s all it takes.

I tense as her words throw me over the edge. My entire body shakes. My eyes squeeze shut. Cum spews from the tip in thick, hot ropes.

Before I know what’s happening, Chloe’s between my legs, covering the head of my cock with her mouth, taking every drop down her throat.

The sight of her positioned like this—of her doe eyes looking up at me with my dick in her mouth—is more than I can take.

I grab the back of her head and flex into her mouth, my orgasm wracking my body with such force that I think my head might explode.

“Fuck!” I groan, trembling as the last waves of pleasure wane.

I release her, and she sits back, grinning as she licks her lips.

I laugh in disbelief.

“Do me a favor?” she asks, fluttering her lashes.

“Right now? I’d do anything you ask.”

“Is this a life hack?” She grins. “Suck you off and then ask for favors?”

“You now know my secrets.”

She laughs, rising off her knees. “Can we get married tonight? Surely, you can do that in Vegas, right?”

“Your wish is my command.”

And right now, that’s a dangerous place to be.

Chapter 16

Jason

For the first time in my life, I wish Renn were here.

The King and Bling Chapel off the Strip was his suggestion, to put it lightly. It’s where he accidentally married Blakely on her thirtieth birthday, and he argued with me for twenty minutes this evening when I mentioned getting married on a gondola.

At least if my brother were here, he could make a joke, and I’d want to throttle him instead of concentrating on how fast my heart is beating.

Chloe fidgets with a bouquet of pink roses I had delivered to the apartment before we left.

“Hey,” I say, nudging her with my elbow. “Having regrets?”

“Only one.”

My brows furrow.