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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“Sweetheart, the way you go after your orgasm not even letting it build up before you go off. Fuck, I want nothing more than to slide deep inside your cunt over and over again.” That’s not the case today, though, because his fingers leave me, painting my inner thighs with my wetness as he does.

“Stay home, then,” I attempt to persuade him.

“Tomorrow, I’m all yours.” He smacks my ass and moves away from me, probably going to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

“I’m going to hold you to that. Have a good day at work,” I reply sleepily.

“You do that. I’ll call or text you later.” He comes out, no longer disheveled, and places a gentle kiss on my lips, his thumb sliding along my cheek.

“Okay.” I barely lift my head. That’s what Wylde gets for leaving me the way he has—sated, naked, and tired.

TWENTY-TWO

Celeste

I’ve been at Wylde’s penthouse for two nights and two straight days after ordering a couple of outfits that were simple enough, a summer dress in case we decided to go out, a pair of sandals that were versatile for any occasion, bras, panties, and a bathing suit as well as all the necessities a bachelor pad of a man wouldn’t have. A spare toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo, and conditioner. I did away with not buying skincare, which in Nevada is probably the biggest sin ever. Yesterday, I lay by the pool, relaxing, until Wylde got back from work, longer than the few hours he’d expected, which was fine. I worked on my tan, called my parents, then followed that up with a phone call to Tyra. Von was busy talking up a storm in the background, playing with the firetrucks he’s been obsessed with since he was able to play, the noisier the better. And yes, I made sure to help fund his love for all things noisy. They were all still at Mace’s place, him in the room trying to keep the noise away from Tyra. Judging by the tiredness in her voice, I’d say she’ll be calling me tomorrow with it being her turn. I still didn’t bring up the whole situation of her and her ex-husband; some things are better left face to face, which will totally be happening.

Once Wylde was home, true to his word, he made up for falling asleep at my place and us not going out that night. We had dinner at a local steakhouse, then it was back here, where we wore each other out even more than the night before.

“What has you so deep in thought over there?” Today was a day of pure laziness. I made a simple breakfast, working with what Wylde had in his fridge—eggs, bacon, cheese, bell peppers, onions, and tortillas. Breakfast quesadillas. I was in a pair of jean shorts and tank top for the day. Wylde sporting a pair of jeans, bare feet, and without a shirt had me drooling whenever he walked by. Sometimes, he’d have to answer a call or an email, taking him from where we were either relaxing on the balcony like we are now or when we were inside, him figuring out what he was going to make for dinner until he settled on chicken, roasted new potatoes, and a spinach salad.

“How we’re going to keep things quiet tomorrow, especially since we can’t seem to keep our eyes and hands off one another.” My legs are over his thighs while we’re sitting on the balcony again. His hand slides closer and closer to my outer hip, causing my body to heat up with how he touches me. Seriously, it’s not going to be a fun week. Besides us both having a slammed schedule, it’s going to be hard alone to manage to see one another. Add in the fact that we’ll have to sneak around, yeah, it’s going to suck.

“Who said anything about keeping this private? I know I sure haven’t. Are you going to let a few employees scare you away from what’s building between us? I didn’t take you for a woman who backs down.” I move my legs off him, or attempt to. Wylde doesn’t let me, though, holding me tighter, not enough to leave any marks but enough to keep me still.

“I’m not, and while I love everything about this relationship between us, I have the most to lose. Do you know the rumors that are going to be swirling around? I’m a woman owning a business. The women alone who work at Wylder’s are going to tear me apart, not to mention the men will probably think I’m easy and the only reason I got the job was because I slept my way to the top.” My eyes go to his. He’s furious, lips tight, a firmness settled in his jaw. Good, that’s great. I am, too, which is probably why I let my mouth get away with the next sentence. “And don’t get me started on the Vanessa shit that keeps swirling around. I swear, every day, all I hear is ‘I wonder if Wylder and Vanessa are together. Why is she on his social media but not around for the opening of his casino and hotel?’” My chest is heaving, annoyed that I have to explain these things to him. I know he’s not a mind reader, but some of this is common sense. Our eyes are locked in a stare-down. I’m not worried. Wylde would never hurt me; it’s not who he is, even if I’ve only known him for a week. What I do know about him is that he can be set in his ways entirely too much.



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