All Night Long (Vegas After Dark #1) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Vegas After Dark Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
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“Celeste.” My legs wrap around his waist, my core dragging up away from where I can feel his cock, chasing after the orgasm I so desperately need, not from my own hands this time at least.

“Don’t stop.” My lips return to his, our bodies working like two halves of a whole.

“You couldn’t pay me to stop.” He leans down to one forearm, the other hand sliding down, grabbing my ass, jerking me to the place I need. I’m in a deep lustful haze. My hand is still in his hair, the other underneath his jacket, wishing we were skin against skin.

“Oh God.” I press closer, grinding my hips and seeing nothing but bursts of stars beneath my closed eyelids. Wylde’s lips move to my neck. A light sucking sets me off, and I’m coming apart beneath his body.

“Fuck, that was pretty,” he murmurs, holding still, allowing me to catch my breath, not moving, thankfully. I keep my eyes closed, relishing this moment, letting him know without words and holding on to him instead, and he has no problem giving me this.

“Not as pretty as it felt.” My eyes flutter open. There’s a grin on his face, and his eyes are filled with pleasure. I instantly want him to feel as good as he’s made me feel.

A knock at the door has Wylde standing up, hand going out to help me. “I ordered Chinese during your small siesta. Figured you’d be hungry once you woke up.” My stomach is growling at the thought of the food on the other side of the door.

“Thanks, sweetheart. I’ll grab the food and pay you back for the dinner I was supposed to take you out for. Sorry about falling asleep on you. Promise I’ll make it up to you,” he states like I’m upset about the prospect of hanging at home, talking to him, and chowing down on an assortment of food.

“You’re welcome. It works out better this way, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” He grazes my lips with a kiss before he pulls away and answers the door. I’m giddy with happiness; it seems like the two of us are on the same page on a few things at least.

EIGHTEEN

Celeste

“Wow, it sounds like Wylde really has turned things around.” I convinced Tyra to come over after work today. It took a lot of finagling, but I pulled out the big guns and threatened to call her mom if she didn’t at least get out of the house after work. It’s too isolating for Tyra to sit around and mope, plus Von will be home tomorrow. I know, I know, shocker of all shocks that Mace kept their boy the entire time. In fact, he even took the time to send her pictures and FaceTime. Truthfully, I think that’s the only reason she’s here getting ready with me.

“They have. I’m still having those pinch-me moments thinking this is all a dream, plus there’s the fact that he’s technically still my boss, which you know doesn’t give me the warm fuzzies if word gets around.” We talked last night, for hours on end. How we both got started. He’s a completely different animal than how I started out in every sense of the word. It seemed anything Wylder Hayes touched turned to gold in the business industry. I had to go to school, work where I paid for a room at another spa, and saved every penny until I opened up Viva La Tranquilitá.

“I’d say that’s probably normal, wouldn’t you?” Tyra asks, standing next to me in my bathroom. We’re both doing our makeup, hers a dark smokey eye, bright red lips, and the dress she brought is beyond earth shattering. It’s a shame Mace fucked things up because Tyra is gorgeous, and her heart is even prettier. I’m going for a smudged eyeliner look, similar to a smokey eye but softer, highlighting my cheeks and jawline, finishing it off with a nude lip.

“Probably. Still, it’s worrisome. He did say he’d fix the whole handbook issue, too.” My hair is up in big Velcro rollers, attempting to get as much volume as possible before we head to the club. It will no doubt fall the second the two of us get on the dance floor. Tyra is being much smarter, putting her hair in curls, half of it up on the top of her head in a cute ponytail.

“I say go with it. Don’t live with regrets.” She turns away from the mirror, propping herself on the counter with one hip. God, I’d do anything to chase those shadows away from her.

“Listen, Tyra, I know you still love Mace. It’s okay and understandable; he’ll always be Von’s dad, but until he gets his head out of his ass and focuses on more than work, you did the right thing. Von didn’t need to see his mom always doing the work while Dad was gone, you running yourself ragged and taking on everything. You did the right thing.” It’s coming, I know it, she knows it. The second-guessing yourself if you made the right decision.



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