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  What Happens In Vegas…

  (The Becky Chronicles, Book 4)

  By: Sienna Duncan

  Text copyright © 2017 Sienna Duncan

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  Dedication

  To my friends who see themselves in some of the characters in this series.

  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 1

  I opened my eyes to the sound of the alarm. I groaned at the thought of having to get out of bed. Max chuckled as he wrapped his arm tighter around me. I could feel his arousal pressed against my back. I never know if he’s hard because he wants me or if it’s the bathroom calling his name. You never know with men. Where Max is concerned? It’s because he wants sex. As if reading my mind, he placed feather like kisses along my neck and finishing with a nip on my ear. The light stubble on his jaw always tickled my skin. I couldn’t help but smile.

  Max and I have been together for two years. I can’t believe it sometimes. Time flies by so fast when you don’t really pay attention to it. I don’t have to worry about being pressured into anything with Max. He likes things just the way they are. So, do I. When my mama found out I was in a relationship with him, compliments of my brother, Trevor, she called me constantly with that hopeful sound in her voice that only mothers get. She’s like a blood hound sniffing out fresh meat. I nipped it in the bud as fast as humanly possible. I wasn’t going to let the past repeat itself. No way, no how!

  My mama pushed me one too many times in the past. I was dating the one true love of my life, Chad Matthews, but we were constantly being pressured to get married. I mean, why the rush? I guess some people think you must be married to be happy. I was happy with Chad. We were being pushed too fast when we wanted it to go much slower. Well, the fact that my heart was broken played a factor in our relationship ending. I try not to think about it, because it makes me sad. I know Max can sense when my mind wanders back from time to time, because he is always there to bring me to the present. He’s right when he says the past should remain there. I know he’s right, but sometimes my heart betrays me. I have a long memory and many of them with Chad. Good ones.

  “Did you fall asleep again?” Max chuckled in my ear.

  I laughed. “I wish.”

  I pressed back against him and he moaned as I rubbed my ass across his hard cock. Max turned me to my back and parted my legs with his knee. He hovered over me before kissing my lips. I learned a long time ago not to be shy about morning breath. Max told me he didn’t give a shit about it, and when he wanted a kiss he wanted right then. It took a while to get used to, but with time, I did.

  His fingers skimmed the inside of my thighs until he reached the center he was aiming for. I sucked in a deep breath as he slowly rubbed my clit. He hissed through his teeth.

  “You’re already wet for me, baby.” Max leaned down and captured my lips again, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

  He continued to rub circles around my clit and I moaned in pleasure as he increased the pressure. Max pulled his finger away and I glared at him because he stopped.

  “So greedy first thing in the morning.” Max shook his head, but I didn’t miss the wicked looked in his eyes.

  Before I had a chance to voice my opinion, Max lifted both of my legs and thrust his hard cock inside me. I gasped and barely had time to catch my breath before he did it again. Damn!

  “You feel so good, baby.” He leaned down and lightly kissed my lips.

  I felt his thumb press down on my clit. I almost jumped off the bed because the feeling was so intense. He started thrusting into me again while rubbing in small circles on the sensitive bud. He pressed a little harder and I cried out as I started matching him thrust for thrust.

  “Fuck, yeah. Give it all to me, baby.”

  He pumped his cock in and out faster and the only sounds I could hear was skin slapping against skin. Something about the sound of that makes me that much more aroused.

  “Yes… yes… Max. Don’t stop.” I could the pressure building until I finally reached my peak. I exploded in euphoric bliss.

  Max pumped into me a couple more times before I felt his body jerk in his release. He leaned his forehead against mine and I could feel the droplets of sweat fall from his body onto mine. We looked in each other’s eyes as we caught our breaths. It’s in moments like this I feel the most vulnerable. The look on his face is so intense sometimes. Almost like he is looking for something. Maybe I am reading too much into it. I have been guilty of doing that before.

  Max rolled onto his back and pulled me with him. I laid my hand on his chest and felt the rapid beat of his heart. He rubbed his hand up and down my back. Slowly our breathing evened out, and I knew he needed to get up because of meetings he has scheduled for the day. He kissed the top of my head before pulling away. I moved back to my side of the bed and watched him walk into the bathroom. I couldn’t help but admire his back side. He took such great care of his body and it showed. He looked over his shoulder and smirked. He knew I was checking him out.

  “If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll be late for my own meeting.”

  “Well, if you didn’t look so delicious I wouldn’t keep checking you out.” I got out of the bed and walked over to Max.

  He looked me over as I approached him.

  “Damn, woman. You’re gonna kill me.” He pulled me tightly against his body and crushed his lips to mine.

  Max pulled away slightly and it took a moment for me to catch my breath.

  “I’ll wash your back if you’ll wash mine.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

  I laughed. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  I sauntered past him and over to start the shower. He walked up behind me and ran a finger down the center of my back. It gave me chills every time he did that. I could hear Max chuckle behind me.

  “You are so sensitive in the morning. I love that about you.” The trail he made with his finger, he followed with his tongue.

  Damn! He is just too good at what he does, and he knows it.

  I tested the water before stepping into the shower. Max followed me and pressed me against the cold tiled wall. As usual with us, it was a very long shower, because Max wanted to make sure he was very thorough. Not a part of my body was left untouched by his. No complaints here.

  Max was dressed within a few minutes. The dark gray suit he was wearing fit his body perfectly. He oozed with sex appeal and power. Shit, I wanted to undress him right now and I have my wicked way with him all over again.

  Max cleared his throat. I looked up and was met with his sexy, panty melting smile.

  I smiled innocently. “Hmmm?”

  Max shook his head. “I’ll be busy with meetings today, but how about we meet for dinner around six o’clock?”

  I wrapped my hair up in a towel and walked over to where he was leaning against the door.

  “That sounds good. Are you sure you’re going to be busy all day?” I walked my fingers up his chest and tugged on his tie. He leaned down until our lips were almost touching.

  Max swallowed and then cleared his
throat. “If you stop by I won’t get anything done. I’m a little behind because some little minx keeps showing up for lunch.”

  “What? I wonder who that could be?” I looked away, trying to act innocent.

  He grabbed my ass with both of his hands and pulled me against him. I could feel him becoming aroused. I sucked in a deep breath.

  “My little minx.” He nuzzled the area just below my ear before placing a soft kiss there.

  I turned my head and our lips met for a gentle kiss. That was his way of stopping things before they heated up again. I don’t think he was very successful considering I could feel the hardness of his cock against me. He growled a little when he pulled away. His eyes held promises of what he had planned for me later tonight.

  I grabbed my cell phone and walked with him to the door. Max leaned down for one more kiss. I grabbed onto his shoulders as he deepened the kiss, and we both moaned when he pulled away.

  “Tonight.” He winked at me before he turned and walked out to his car. I waved as I watched him drive away.

  I went into the kitchen and decided make a quick breakfast. I grabbed an English muffin and opened the refrigerator to get an egg. It took a couple minutes to heat the pan. Just long enough for me to whisk my egg in the bowl. It took less than that to cook the egg. My muffin popped up from the toaster just as I scooped my egg out of the pan. I poured a small glass of orange juice and walked to the breakfast table.

  I took one bite of my yummy egg goodness when my phone started ringing. I glanced at it. It’s Lynn. I knew it. She’s the only one who would dare call me this early. I picked up my phone by the third ring.

  “Hey, Lynn.”

  “Hey, slut. Whatcha doin?”

  Gotta love a greeting like that.

  “Eating breakfast.” I took another big bite because I didn’t want my egg to get cold. That’s just nasty.

  “Without me? What are we having this morning?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Egg on an English muffin.”

  I could hear her gagging. “How can you eat that shit?”

  “What? It’s good.”

  “If you say so. It sounds awful. I’m picky about what goes in my mouth.”

  I almost choked on my egg.

  “Are you okay, Beck?”

  I cleared my throat a couple times. “You need to prepare me before you say shit like that.”

  Lynn laughed. “Yeah, but it wouldn’t get the same reaction.”

  I shook my head. Lynn has been my best friend for years. We met in college and hit it off immediately. She was dating this asshole named Barry at the time, and later married him. It didn’t last very long. He was much too controlling and wouldn’t let her do anything without him knowing her whereabouts all the time. I was so happy when she finally got away from him. I’m not saying it was easy, because he gave her some problems for a while. When, he finally realized she was not going back to him, he agreed to sign the divorce papers.

  I had no idea she was going to go wild after that. It all started with the two of us getting drunk to celebrate her being single. Soon she started talking to random men online and it was like living in the twilight zone from then on out. It got crazy at times. Two words. Train man. I still wish I could pluck out my eyes on that one.

  “So where is that sexy man of yours?” Lynn always referred to Max as my sexy man.

  “Max just left. He has meetings lined up for today. So, I’m all by myself right now. How about you?”

  “Same old, same old.” She laughed. “Trying to get a few things done before I have to go to the store.”

  Lynn’s parents owned a convenience store, but she manages the day to day operations. They just haven’t signed it over to her yet. Lynn expects them to announce their retirement at any time. I know it will give her a sense of relief when they let her make all the decisions instead of changing some of the things she feels will make it a better business. Oh well! Parents will be parents.

  “I was thinking about coming to visit, but I don’t know when you’re going to be back in Fairhope.”

  “Well, you could always come to New Orleans.”

  Lynn laughed. “You know how much trouble I get into there.”

  “True. Scratch that. I’ll be headed back sometime next week for a few days. How does that sound?”

  “That works for me. Jeremy has been busy with the football season, so we don’t have any plans.”

  Lynn has been dating, Jeremy Miller, a football coach at the high school in Arab. I was surprised when she seemed to settle down in a relationship with him. Lynn has been avoiding anything serious since her divorce. There was something about Jeremy that has grounded her in a way no one has been able to. She says the sex is great, too. So, there’s that.

  We talked for a few more minutes before she had to go. I finished my breakfast and quickly cleaned the kitchen. I walked back to the master bathroom and took my hair down from the towel. After I picked in out, I turned on the hairdryer. It took me a little while to dry it since I let it grow down to the middle of my back. Lynn and Taylor still laugh about the time our friend, Shelby, and I decided to dye our hair burgundy. We thought it was going to look so good. Well, it did on her. Me…not so much. Now it’s back to its dark blonde color with a few lighter blonde highlights. Max was pleasantly surprised when the burgundy began to fade. He said it didn’t matter to him what color it was. I am inclined to believe him since we started dating when it was burgundy. He’s most definitely a keeper.

  I knew I needed to get to work, so I walked into Max’s home office. My laptop was plugged up and laying on top of his desk. I unplugged it and carried it with to the living room. I liked to get comfortable on the sofa before I started sifting through emails and the like. I still work for Oasis, a travel magazine, but in a different capacity. I have Max to thank for that. He suggested at one time that I could become burned out because of the traveling, and writing the same sort of thing all the time. I loved where I worked, but I knew his claim was a legitimate one. I knew there were lots of options out there for me, but a friend of Max’s asked if our magazine was online. Of course, we were not. I know so many have gone to that, but we had not ventured there.

  It got me to thinking. So, I contacted Gwen, who got me in touch with the right people at the magazine. After extensive discussions about the pros and cons of going online, it was finally decided we would be able to reach more people on the web. Because of my work history with Oasis, it was decided I would manage the online site. There have been days and weeks when I thought I was absolutely, crazy for mentioning the idea, much less be over the whole thing. I must admit, it has been extremely rewarding for me. To see it in the beginning, and watch its success, has been the highlight of my career.

  It’s also been very lucrative for me.

  The remainder of the day was spent returning calls and setting everything up for the next month’s edition to go on our site. My friend, Johnny, a fellow Oasis writer, called during that time to break the monotony of an otherwise tedious day. He never failed to make me laugh. When the first words out of his mouth are, “hey, pussy” you can either cringe or go with it. I must admit, when we first met, I was didn’t know how take his comments. Over time, I learned that it was just his way. Now, I can’t imagine not having his friendship. Johnny said he spoke with Lynn earlier, and we are all supposed to go out when I arrive in Fairhope next week. Word travels fast. Of course, Johnny wanted to know if Max was traveling with me this time. He’s like all my friends, and finds Max to be drool worthy. He is that and more. Unfortunately, I had to disappoint him with the news that to my knowledge, Max won’t be along for this trip.

  I sighed as I closed my computer. Enough of that for today. I plugged my computer back up and closed the door to Max’s office.

  I walked to the master bedroom and opened the closet to select something to wear. Weather in late September in the south is always unpredictable. It can be hot and humid one day and then ten or fifteen degrees cooler t
he next. Sometimes with less humidity. Thank God! The change in temperature is always preceded by a thunderstorm.

  So, standing in the doorway of the closet, it is not always an easy choice to make. It got up to about eighty degrees today, so it’ll probably be in the sixties tonight. I grabbed my dark purple wrap dress with a three quarters sleeve. The hem fell just above my knee. It complemented my curves and didn’t make me look like a beach whale. I felt sexy in this dress and Max always gets this heated look in his eyes when I wear it.

  Max sent me a text earlier asking me to meet him at the hotel and he would drive us to the restaurant. I finished applying a little make up and smoothed down my hair. I walked back to the closet and slipped my feet into a pair of black wedge heels (this girl does not wear hooker heels). I looked in the mirror and was happy with what I saw. I grabbed a black clutch and put my identification and keys in it. I set the alarm and walked into the garage. I opened the door to my black BMW X6 and slid inside. At the beginning of the year, Max finally persuaded me to trade in my trusty old Honda. I loved that car! I was having to put it in the shop every other month, and I caved after he threatened to buy me one himself.

  Like that was going to happen. I don’t think so.

  I pulled out of the driveway and drove to the hotel. It only took a few minutes to get there. This time of the day it always takes a little longer, because of the extra traffic trying to get home after a long day at work.

  I pulled into the parking space beside Max’s Ferrari. Yes, it has taken me a while to get used to it. I roll my eyes every time we ride together in it. Too much luxury for me. Yes, there is such a thing as too much. He was standing beside the driver’s side door with his hand on the roof of the car. He was talking on his cell phone, but winked at me when I stepped out of my car. I clicked the lock on mine and walked up to him. He reached his hand around my waist and pulled me closer.

  “Just send the report to my email and I will look at it later.” Max paused and looked at me. “Just take care it, Tom. I have a more pressing engagement waiting for me.” Max chuckled and ended the call.