Free Almost Paradise (Sinners on Tour Book 8) by Olivia Cunning

sweetheart.”
    “All I care about is giving you a thrill.”
    “Don’t you know you never disappoint?”
    Feeling much more confident in her sexuality, she trotted off toward the bathroom for a quick shower. When she returned, Eric was dressed, but lying face down on the bed and snoring softly. She let him catch a few zzzs while she searched her wardrobe for something flirty to wear that would catch her husband’s attention and maybe turn a few heads, but not make tourists ask for photo opportunities.
    Dressed in a knee-length, shimmery black cocktail dress and strappy sandals—she knew they’d be doing a lot of walking so heels were out—she stood in front of the mirror and peeled the wrapping off her tattoo. It was healing already. She decided she could do without the wrap for a few hours. It detracted from her outfit and she so wanted to show off her ink. Even though it wasn’t complete, it looked fucking awesome and more than a little sexy.
    She woke Eric with a bite on the butt. “Are you going to waste our entire stay sleeping?”
    “I’m up!” He shot out of bed and reached for his Vans, but paused as he noticed what Rebekah was wearing. “Now I’m really up,” he said, taking a moment to adjust his fly. “You look amazing.”
    She grinned and stroked the hair at her nape self-consciously. He made her feel like a modern-day princess and she loved him for it. “Thanks.”
    “Girls with tattoos…” He muttered under his breath. “Bonerific.”
    “I figured it could use a little air,” she said, but really she just wanted to show off her new ink. She’d endured too much pain—and that undeniable aching, sexual hunger—to keep the work of art covered for long.
    Once Eric had his shoes on—as well as the long leather coat he’d decided to bring for reasons not yet clear to her—they headed out of their suite hand in hand. There was something about the excitement of Vegas that made Rebekah’s heart race. Or maybe it raced because she was there with Eric and his nearness always did that to her.
    “I need to make a quick stop,” he told her as they meandered through the casino floor. “I always play one hand of blackjack when I’m in Vegas.”
    “Just one?”
    “Yep. That way if someone asks if I won big, I can answer honestly. I get strange looks if I say I was in Vegas and didn’t gamble at all.”
    He sat down at a nearly empty blackjack table and bought a hundred dollars’ worth of chips.
    “I figured you for a high roller,” Rebekah teased.
    “I usually play with ten,” he said as he examined his down card.
    She didn’t see what the card was because her eyes were too busy bugging out of her head. “ Thousand ?”
    He laughed. “Ten dollars. I was trying to impress you by gambling ten times my usual bet.”
    She fanned her throat with one hand, fluttered her lashes, and adopted a Southern accent. “Oh, my. You big spenders make me swoon.”
    The dealer’s up card was an ace and Eric’s was a seven, so Rebekah was surprised when he bet his entire one-hundred-dollar fortune and took a third card. He was dealt a five. Rebekah wasn’t a blackjack master, but it wasn’t looking good for him. If he had a face card, he’d busted. Eric held and the dealer flipped over her down card. She had an eight, which meant she held at nineteen. The guy next to Eric grumbled and revealed his seventeen. Rebekah watched Eric, waiting for him to reveal his yet unseen card. He flipped over a nine.
    “Blackjack!” Rebekah cried excitedly. Eric had won.
    “Actually,” the dealer said, “blackjack is an ace and any face card.”
    “Fine,” Rebekah said, leaning into Eric’s arm and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Twenty-one, then. He still won.”
    “I’d like to cash out,” Eric said, which surprised Rebekah even after what he’d told her. He was obviously rolling in luck. “Shouldn’t you keep playing when you’re lucky?”
    “There’s no such thing as luck,” he