Chapter 15

FIFTEEN

Wilson and Jack were sharing a look I was certain didn’t bode well for me.

“I didn’t put two and two together until just now,” I admitted.

Wilson looked like he was ready to jump back on the call-in-sick train.

My phone chimed and I prayed it wasn’t Martin requesting my presence at the suite. I pulled my phone from my purse and drat, it was him.

I opened the text.

I need tickets to Slam.

Phew. That was easy enough.

Sure thing. For how many?

Two.

I immediately thought of poor Catarina having to spend the evening at a nightclub with Martin.

Quiet and private or dance floor?

Please say dance floor.

Privacy.

Shit.

Done. Enjoy your evening.

“What’s that about?” Wilson noisily asked.

“Martin requesting bottle service and privacy at Slam,” I told him while I tapped out a text to the manager of the nightclub. I didn’t look up until I had confirmation Martin would be taken care of.

“Damn, she’s good,” Jack muttered.

“I hope so because Slam is known for their privacy booths. The normal, anything-goes-in-Vegas is amplified at the club. It isn’t unheard of for orgies to take place in the back.”

Jack’s admiration turned into a frown.

“Cat’s smart,” he said somewhat unconvincingly. “She’ll have it in hand.”

I hoped he was right.

With nothing left to talk about and exhaustion creeping in it was time for me to go home.

“I’m gonna head out and let you get ready for your night.”

Wilson and Jack shared another look, this one not as long and at the end of it Jack stood, leaving his laptop on the counter.

“I got shit to do. See you later.”

I watched him snatch up his phone and key card off the counter and head to the front door. A moment later he was out of sight. The door opened then closed, leaving me alone with Wilson.

Now it was really time for me to leave.

I couldn’t be trusted with Wilson.

“From now until this is done, Jack will be your bodyguard,” Wilson announced.

“What?”

“He’ll shadow you but won’t interfere with your work. Rhode will monitor your whereabouts at all times.”

It was impossible for Jack to shadow me through the casino. I had access to places he wouldn’t be allowed. Not to mention, private meetings with my clients he wouldn’t be welcomed to join.

“Jack following me around isn’t an option.”

“Then you’re calling in sick and staying at a safehouse until this is over.”

I glanced at the windows. Night had fallen, the strip was lit up, dazzling neon flashed and danced. Something in me had definitely shifted; normally the lights never failed to overwhelm me with exciting possibilities.

Or was it because with Wilson next to me the outside world dulled? His presence overpowered the glitz and glamour.

“Atlee,” he snapped.

I ignored him and made my way to the windows.

Still nothing.

No thrill of excitement.

No recharging of my depleting joy.

Not until Wilson came up behind me.

His lips dropped to my neck. His hands went to my hips, slid around to the button of my pants, and deftly popped them open.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“What I’ve wanted to do since the moment I stepped into this room and saw the view.”

My weakness for him knew no bounds. I tilted his head, giving him better access. His lips brushed, his tongue glided, his teeth scraped, and that was all it took. I was wet and ready for him. My pants pooled around my ankles. I toed off my ballet flats and pulled one leg free, opening my stance.

“How fond are you of this blouse?”

“Very.”

“Then take it off.”

I heard the need in his tone and quickly did his bidding. While I was fumbling with my buttons Wilson’s hand slid into my panties, then lower through my excitement.

“So fucking wet for me.”

I tossed the shirt to the side, my head lolling back to his shoulder. His strong, warm body behind me, his finger gliding through my excitement.

“Hands on the glass, princess.”

I followed his orders.

His hand between my legs disappeared. I glanced to the window and watched him unbutton his shirt. By the time he was working his dick free of his slacks I was vibrating with anticipation.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, running his hand down my spine. “So fucking beautiful I can’t stay away from you.”

I felt the head of his dick skim through my slick excitement.

“You should tell me no, princess,” he growled and drove his hips forward, stretching me full. “You should protect yourself and tell me to fuck off.” His deep, pounding thrusts contradicted his words.

“Wilson,” I groaned, and locked my arms to fight against his punishing pace.

“Fuck, I love hearing you call out my name. You shouldn’t give that to me either.”

He leaned in deeper, folding himself over me until one of his hands went to the glass next to mine. The other dove between my legs, finding my clit and rolling it.

“Oh, god,” I breathed. “Too much. I’m gonna…”

I choked back the last of my warning. My orgasm barreling over me made my legs shake.

“Never too much,” he growled. “Come for me.”

“I can’t,” I panted.

It was too much too fast.

“You will, princess. You’ll give me what I want, when I want it and come around my cock. Now, Atlee. Right fucking now, baby.” He pinched my clit hard, dipped his knees, and fucked me into oblivion.

I came screaming his name. I chanted incoherently as pure pleasure erupted.

“Fuck,” he snarled. “I can’t get enough. Can’t get close enough. Can’t control…”

The fountain dancing in the distance vanished as I watched his face contort with pain-filled pleasure in the window’s reflection.

His rhythm faltered and turned into short choppy thrusts. Suddenly he pulled free and I felt his hot release splash on my ass. His head was tipped down, watching himself come on me. His movements slowed. I felt him use the head of his dick to smear his come over my skin. God, that was hot and something I wished I had a clear view of.

“I’ll destroy you if you let me,” he whispered.

“What?”

Wilson lifted his head and found my eyes in the reflection.

He looked the opposite of a man who had just had a good fuck and sweet orgasm.

“I’ll destroy you,” he repeated. “I’ll let you down and fail you.”

I stiffened, knowing he was right.

Yet, the stubborn part of me refused to allow him to see just how right he was.

I straightened, forcing him to do the same. His hands fell away and I turned to face him.

“You won’t destroy me,” I denied.

Wilson’s blue eyes roamed my body, taking in my thoroughly fucked and disheveled appearance.

“Atlee.” My name nothing more than an exhale. “I will.”

I kicked my other foot free of my pants, adjusted my ruined panties back into place. Bent to pick up my slacks then stood with my shoulders back, mustering all the bravado I could find.

“You won’t, Wilson, because I won’t let you.”

I stomped into his bedroom needing to clean up before I could put my pants on and leave. I looked at myself in the mirror. Cheeks still flush. Wilson’s mark on my shoulder from this afternoon’s romp. Hair still in a ponytail but a mess. I was the vision of a well-fucked woman by a man who had warned her off while fucking her.

I needed to heed his warning.

Yet, I still knew I was going to let Wilson McCray destroy me.