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

said.
    “You lucked into marrying me,” she said, and offered him a flirty wink.
    “That wasn’t luck. It was my irresistible sex appeal,” he claimed. He patted her on the butt before collecting his winnings.
    He was right about that. She did find his sex appeal irresistible. But they had much more in common than the horizontal mambo.
    They gawked at faux castle architecture and enjoyed dinner while watching a staged jousting match.
    About halfway through their meal, Rebekah leaned close to Eric and whispered, “Imagining you in shining armor has me feeling all sorts of damsel in distress.”
    “Do you want me to take you back to the room and show you my lance?”
    She laughed and slid a hand between his thighs. “Aye, my lord. But later. I’m having fun.”
    He smiled at her and kissed her lips. “Me too.”
    After dinner they left their hotel and wandered the Vegas Strip hand in hand.
    “Why are you carrying that coat around?” Rebekah asked. “It’s not even chilly.”
    “It’s for the Eiffel Tower,” he said, nodding at the brightly lit structure across the wide avenue from where they stood. “When we get there. No rush.”
    “That explains nothing,” she said, but he wouldn’t reveal his plans to her no matter how much she pouted.
    Distant cannon fire sent Eric racing up the sidewalk, dragging Rebekah behind him as he dogged other pedestrians like a slalom skier.
    “Wait, I want to see the fountain,” Rebekah said as they dashed past the beautiful dancing sprays of water at the Bellagio.
    “Later,” Eric promised as he continued to pull her forward. “If we don’t hurry, we’ll miss my favorite attraction.”
    Still breathing hard from their sprint, they caught the last half of the pirate show at Treasure Island.
    “All these pirates make me want to search beneath your clothes for buried treasure,” Eric whispered into her ear.
    “Do you want me to take you back to the room and show you my treasure chest?” She twisted her shoulders from side to side to draw attention to her breasts.
    He laughed and stared down at her cleavage. “Aye, matey. I’ll take a gander at your fine booty as well, love. But later. I’m having fun.”
    As promised, they backtracked to watch the dancing, colorfully lit water fountain at the Bellagio.
    “All this water makes me have to pee,” Rebekah said.
    “Was that a come-on?” Eric asked, scratching his head as if perplexed.
    “Not unless you want a golden shower.”
    “Let’s cross at the end of the block,” he said. “You can stop in the restroom before we go up to the top of the Eiffel Tower.”
    “And then you’ll tell me why you brought that leather trench coat?”
    “I’ll do you one better. I’ll show you.”
    She left Eric in a shop in the lobby of the Paris hotel while she went to the restroom. When she returned, he’d bought her a keychain with a charm of the Eiffel Tower.
    “When we head to Europe with the band next summer, we’ll have to visit the real Eiffel Tower in Paris,” he said. “After we visit a real castle, of course.”
    “I’ve never been to Europe,” she said, thinking how much this man enriched her life. “I can’t wait to share the experience with you.”
    He purchased two tickets for the elevator that would take them to the observation deck high above. “Put this on,” he said, holding up the trench coat so she could slip her arms into the stiff sleeves.
    “Why? Is it cold up there?”
    “No. I just want to give Sed a hard time.” Eric grinned.
    “Sed? Is he here?”
    “You’ve seen his sex tape with Jessica, right?”
    Of course she’d seen it. Most of the free world had seen it.
    Rebekah’s eyes widened, and her heart skipped a beat. “We are not doing that, Eric.” First of all, there were people everywhere and second, she doubted she had Jessica’s bendiness or that Eric had Sed’s impressive upper body strength.
    “Just pretend. I want to record it and send it to him for a laugh.”
    “I