One Night Stand (Vegas After Dark #5) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Drama, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Vegas After Dark Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
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Bailey: All is good here. They’re trying to talk me into swimming. It’s not working, which means I’ve promised them it’ll happen tomorrow. How are things going for you? Making any progress?

I’m about to respond when another text from Bailey comes through. A picture of the three of them appears. All three of them are on their backs, with Bailey holding the camera up above their heads, Piper smiling her usual semi-toothless smile, and Cammy has her tongue out between her two missing teeth, making me laugh. Bailey, well, Bailey is her usual beautiful self. Not a lick of makeup on, hair a rumpled mess, which I’m sure is from the girls and her playing who knows what. All I know is that all three of them look happy, so damn happy that my chest aches.

Me: Three beauties, stealing my breath. No use in looking until the client walks me through. Hoping this is a quick turnaround. I hate being away from my girls.

“Mr. Hughes, if you’ll fasten your seatbelt, we’re about to land,” the stewardess tells me right when I finish my text. I drop the phone to the table in front of me and see the bubbles appear, my eyes locked on to it to see what else Bailey sends me.

“Thank you,” I respond, quickly doing as she said. One thing is for sure—I’ll be using Madden’s jet a lot more. The thirty-minute drive to the airport for an hour-and-a-half plane ride, with it all wrapped up, it’s less than three hours, and that’s if I hit any traffic in Reno.

Bailey: See you soon. The girls are begging for a couple of more stories before bed. Do you mind if I use your bathtub? I’ll have the monitors in there with me.

An image of Bailey in my tub, naked, wet, and bubbles surrounding her body is not what I need to be thinking about now. Tell that to my fucking cock.

Me: Anytime you want to use it, it’s yours. Next time, I’ll be in it with you. We’re landing. Give the girls my love.

Bailey: I look forward to that. I will, and be safe <3

Yeah, I was an idiot to put any kind of parameters on what could happen between Bailey and me. Not even a week, and I’m the one ready to get down on my knees and beg for a fuck lot more.

NINETEEN

Bailey

Sleep. I thought after the tornado-like activities of today, I’d be dead on my feet, ready to fall into Forest’s bed and pass out. There’s no such luck. The woodsy scent of what I now know is his body wash and cologne. You can call me what you will, I’m nosey. It was right there in front of my eyes, too, the temptation staring me in the face after taking a long and hot bath. A girl has to rinse off afterwards. Using his body wash was an added bonus. At least I didn’t go through his drawers or closet to pilfer a shirt. That was hard to resist. Everything else was off limits as well. That meant no going through his nightstand to see if there were condoms or lube. The lube wouldn’t be a problem. The man does like to take care of himself, even if it means he’s watching me while doing so.

That’s why after tossing and turning, not knowing the sounds of Forest’s house, it has me keyed up. The girls went to bed after reading a couple of books each, Piper’s shorter than Cammy’s, so it didn’t take long. Plus, Cammy read one of the stories she’d picked out, and then I read the second one. I have the monitor in Piper’s room set up on Forest’s nightstand, my phone sitting next to it, tempting me to pick it up and make a call. Except I know it’s not the right time. Forest could very well be working. Interrupting him isn’t on my list of things I want to do, especially because there are three people in this house who want him home.

I fling the covers off the absolutely lushest bed I’ve ever seen in my life, a cognac leather frame with a tall headboard. The duvet and sheets, though, that’s where it’s at, along with the obvious, it being Forest’s bed. It doesn’t take me long to find the house slippers I brought over along with my pajama set, a soft and silky camisole style with lace around the top and thin straps. The shorts are probably shorter than I should have grabbed, but it was this or something old and ratty. They have slits up the side, and the floral pattern is mimicked along with the top and has lace on the outside of my thighs. The only thing I’m missing is a robe or cardigan. What is it that makes a man think, ‘let’s keep the heat at a minimum’ or to kick the air conditioning down to Antarctic temperatures, I will never understand. In all fairness, I should be accustomed to it. My dad is much like Forest, and Evan and Luke are much the same. At the pool house, I keep it set to a much more comfortable temperature. Tonight it seems the chill is bone deep. I hit the lamp on the nightstand, grab the baby monitor, and move quietly through the house, stopping at Piper’s room to listen for a moment, then doing the same for Cammy. I don’t hear anything, so I head downstairs. Catherine told me she kept tea here for nights when she needed a little something to help her sleep when she couldn’t shut her brain off.



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