Free Calling Her Bluff (What Happens in Vegas) by Kaia Danielle Page A

you’ve been a bad girl. Time to face the consequences.”
    Wait, did he just go alpha on her? Kamaria closed her eyes and counted to three before opening them again. Nope, her girl parts were still pulsing with desire. And really, wasn’t this what she’d wanted from the start? For him to take charge. To make the decision for her so she didn’t have to think or face the emotions she wasn’t ready to feel…
    “The only reason you would try to leave is so you can go downstairs and gamble. Well, that ain’t gonna happen, sister. Not on my watch.”
    Jack turned his back to her. He went back toward his makeshift bed and started digging through his overnight bag. This gave her an unhindered view of his very perfect ass. Two round globes encased in his underwear that made her palms itch to grab him. He’s not a globe, Kamaria. He’s a man. A man with feelings…
    “I’m guessing you have an itch that needs some serious scratching…”
    He turned around. She felt her eyes widen. He’s a man with an incredible hard-on. For you.
    Jack dangled a pair of handcuffs from his fingers. She scrambled back against the headboard. “Jack, don’t you think that’s a bit drastic? Okay, fine. I’m in the middle of fighting the urge to go downstairs again. You want to punish me for trying to sneak out? Fine. You can sleep in the bed. With me. We can even fool around—’cause we both know we’ve wanted to since the minute we walked into this suite. I can’t sneak out if you’re lying here beside me. I get it. But, that won’t get me to admit that I like you. Because I don’t. Like you. In that way.”
    Nothing she said hindered his approach.
    “This isn’t about you admitting you like me, or me liking you.” He took one of her wrists and cuffed it to the headboard. “This is about you needing help and me helping you. And just so we’re clear, Kamaria, you may be ready for no-strings sex, but I want something more.”
    He gently cuffed the other wrist. She tugged at her binds. One of her hands slid out easily. He gently bound her again, watching her the whole time. Everything south of her belly button throbbed. “What are you going to do to me?”
    He tossed a strip of condoms on the nightstand. She felt her bottom lip begin to quiver. Whatever it was he wanted from her, it had gone way past “just liking” him. But she wasn’t scared. She was…
    Turned the hell on.
    “Nothing.” He threw back the comforter, kneeling between her legs. He lowered himself onto his elbows, stretching his back in the process. This didn’t look like nothing to her. Every muscle in her shoulders went rigid. “…Much.”
    “I was only kidding about going to the casino.”
    “No, you weren’t.”
    She watched him push himself back up. “Don’t I get credit for not leaving the room?”
    “No, you don’t.” He reached for her foot. For once, she couldn’t read him.
    “Well, then, now I’m really scared.”
    “The only thing you’re scared of is the truth.” He untied her sneaker, wiggled it off and chucked it across the room. He did the same with her other foot.
    “You’re not gonna get me to like you like this.”
    “I wasn’t planning on it.” His hands hovered over the button on her jeans. “I’m going to pull off your pants. Don’t kick me.”
    She scooted away as best she could. “Hold on, I gave you the green light earlier and you pushed me away. Now, you wanna do it while you have me tied up?” She wasn’t completely opposed to the idea, but what the hell? Maybe she should kick him.
    “No, I’m putting you to bed.” Even though her legs were now in prime kicking position, Jack held his ground. “Unless, you want to sleep in your jeans.”
    “Oh. But with handcuffs on?” She relaxed her knees. Their eyes met. As before, the connection between them flared. “Untie me. I can take them off myself.”
    He half quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah, but what fun would that be?”

    J ack reached out again, making