Rusty Derrickson
Strong Women submitting to men sexually and female slaves in peril
Strong Women submitting to men sexually and female slaves in peril
Just before her nuptials, Mary Franks overhears a woman complaining about the man she’s been seeing. The woman has discovered that the cheating bastard is having an affair with one of Mary’s bridesmaids. When Mary enters her fiancé’s room, she’s shocked to find that “the cheating bastard” is none other than Ralph Nugent, her fiancé. She ends the wedding but moves swiftly into honeymoon mode. Only later, alone and miserable while waiting for her bags at the Las Vegas airport, does she question her decision.
Dan Higgins is in Las Vegas for the annual bash his family’s company hosts. So far, he’s had nothing but trouble—a long trip ends with his room being given away. Then he turns and looks into the red-rimmed eyes of a very sexy woman. Imagine his surprise when the angel turns out to be sweet, studious Mary Franks from high school. When she offers him private quarters in her suite, he knows Lady Luck is sitting on his shoulder in this city where she often keeps to herself. The question is, with Mary vulnerable and the absent bridegroom liable to arrive at any minute, how long will his luck hold out?
Las Vegas Honeymoon is not intended for anyone under the age of 18, nor for those who might be offended by intense and explicit sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
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Dan took in the room with one sweeping appraisal. Queen size bed, wardrobe/entertainment center, bar, refrigerator, microwave, closet, bathroom, all in a sharp desert décor. “Great room,” he said. “It’ll work fine.” He turned to face Mary. “If you’re really sure you don’t mind.”
She had the same shy look she’d shown at the airport. “It’s no problem, really.”
“Well, then.” He pressed three buttons on his cell phone. “Clay, what’s the word on a room?”
“Hey, little brother. No joy. Sorry.”
Dan watched Mary disappear into her portion of the suite. He walked to the open connecting door and examined where she would be living for the next week. The same color scheme cloaked the walls and living room furnishings. The designer had tucked a full kitchen in the corner. Her bedroom was out of sight. A tightening of his gut told him he’d be better off not seeing it anyway. The jolt of electricity that struck when he turned and saw her standing beside him, had taken him by surprise. The bachelor in him recognized the surge as a danger sign, but here he was ready to tempt fate by living in close quarters with the girl he’d never quite forgotten. A woman, he corrected himself, who was now every bit as gorgeous on the outside as she’d been on the inside when he’d known her many years ago.
“Dan? You there?”
“Yeah, Clay, I’m here. Pardon my French, but why the fuck did you give up my room?” And put me in a position where my body is jumping with excitement but my brain is sending out warnings.
“We had to. Jeremy Wolf and his wife came in from New York. Dad couldn’t very well say, ‘Sorry, my son has to have a room, so go somewhere else.’ They’d said they couldn’t make it this year, so we didn’t expect the Wolf’s to show up on our doorstep.” His brother chuckled. “You get it? Wolf on our doorstep?” He broke up into laughter.
“Funny, bro. Real funny. So, there’s nothing for me?”
“No room. You could bunk with me but I don’t think the wife would appreciate it. How about Pete? You two used to share a room in years past.”
“No.” The single word sounded curter than Dan had intended, but sharing a room with Peter Saunders, one of their top-performing managers and Dan’s friend, wasn’t a good idea.
In the early years, after Dan graduated from college, he was welcomed into the firm because he was a Higgins, not because he was needed. As the baby in the family, he’d often been made to feel that way—cute, but unnecessary. Clay’s model planes always flew higher, his grades were always better, his ideas listened to by their father. So, he’d settled into the role of second son, letting Clay take first place. Dan amused himself instead with lots of girlfriends and raising hell. Which he’d continued to do after joining the company.
He and Pete had often shared a room—and more—at conferences. They’d redefined the meaning of the word carouse, hitting every bar and strip joint in Vegas, often taking the fun back to their room. Sometimes they brought two girls, sometimes they shared one. Or more.
Then one day, like a sledgehammer to the side of the head, Dan woke to the fact that he was sick of being a screw-up. Since then, he’d put all his energy into work. Staying with Pete would be impossible.
Mary came back into view. She smiled. He stared, enjoying the view. Every single inch of the view. She looked great in a pair of tailored slacks and low-cut top she’d never have dared wear the last time he’d seen her. The sleeveless tee showed off well-toned arms without on ounce of extra fat. Some sort of band held her auburn hair back from her face, and it trailed down and over her shoulders. Her face was fresh and free of makeup. God, she was beautiful—not like the girl from high school at all, and yet just like her.
Staying with Pete might be easier after all. But he didn’t want four nights of different women. Only one woman, for as many nights as he could get. Part of him felt guilty even considering taking advantage of a vulnerable Mary. The other part, the part straining at the fly of his slacks, was thinking her fiancé was a sucker and Mary deserved a little late-night consoling.
“Okay, look, Clay. I think I might have found something then.” Yeah, I think I might have found trouble, capital T.
