Free Touch (Sovereign Book 1) by BJ Harvey

 
     
     
    It started as a flight from Seattle to Vegas. An easy two-hour trip at the request of my mom’s boyfriend, Gavin—the man who’d healed her heart after my father's death five years ago.
    The trip was short notice, and Mom had no idea I was coming. Gavin had promised to take care of everything—a car from the airport, a hotel room on the Strip, and lunch reservations for Saturday where he would pop the question. He’d made it very clear that all I had to do was catch the flight, and he’d take care of the rest. He told me he didn’t want his future step daughter to have to worry about anything.
    Gavin was the owner of the Sovereign Hotel, the biggest and brightest star on the Las Vegas Strip. It meant that taking care of my accommodation details was not exactly a hard task for him but I was more than just a little excited to stay there.
    An impromptu vacation wasn’t exactly on my radar. With work deadlines and a new magazine title launching in a month, work was taking up all of my time. I was only human though and was definitely needed a break and Gavin’s invitation honestly couldn’t have come at a better time.
    I'd had plans to meet up with a friend of mine who was coming from San Francisco to see me—the kind of friend who would leave me entertained, happy and definitely well sated. However, my mother would always come first and I didn’t blink before accepting Gavin’s invitation. The hot sex I was foregoing was the only regret in my last-minute travel plans.
    Thank heavens for free drinks in the first class seats my mom's new man had booked for me. And since I took my seat thirty minutes ago, I’d already downed a glass of champagne, adding to the two glasses of white wine I’d had in the airport bar while I was waiting to board. It was fair to say I was well on my way to tipsy, or at least careless enough to return the desire-filled gaze directed at me by the sexy guy who walked past on his way to his seat.
    He was a very sexy, very fine specimen of a man with black slacks that stuck to his ass like Saran Wrap. His hair was as dark as the charcoal gray button down he wore, the fabric taut against his toned biceps. The shirt clung to his chest, covering pecs that any hot blooded woman would want to lick her way down on her way to the promised land between his thighs. 
    Just from the way he carried himself you could tell he was the type of man to take what he wanted without apology. Precisely the type of man I craved in my drunken state. A man to use and abuse my body and then kiss goodbye without consequence.
    I knew he'd caught me staring by the knowing smirk gracing his lips. I’d never been a woman to hide my approval of such a fine specimen or to be embarrassed by doing it, but with the alcohol coursing through my veins, my confidence was buoyed. I continued to ogle him with lustful appreciation when his back was to me. When he reached his seat two rows ahead of me, he turned his head and smiled, a perfect white-toothed grin that I felt touch me somewhere deep inside.
    Gone were the free drinks in my future—my target for entertainment was firmly shifted to the man with the cocky smile. Once the plane was in the air, I wanted to find out exactly what this man was about, preferably via in-flight entertainment of the naked kind.
    When the seatbelt sign switched off, instead of people watching like I’d normally do, my mind started to imagine all of the creative ways I could pleasure that man. One look and I was putty in his hands, and the cocky bastard had known it—something that became very evident when the flight attendant appeared next to me with a dirty martini I hadn’t ordered.
    “Mr. Matthews in seat 1B ordered this for you,” she said as she handed the glass to me and walked away. Looking up, I tried to spot the sexy man who now had a name, but the high-backed seats made it impossible to catch a glimpse of him again.
    Never one to turn down a free cocktail, I lifted the