Free Collared (Vegas Nights Book 1) by Rayanna Jamison Page A

the simple act had her ready to orgasm on the spot. She had never been so filled with need for anyone before tonight. Her connection to Pax was primal—a hunger that ached deep in her belly and spread its fire to her pussy, until that too throbbed with a deep aching need that she knew wouldn’t ease until she was rewarded with the sweet release of his cock thrusting into her with a force that was only rivaled by the impact of his hand slamming into her ass only minutes earlier.
    His body covered hers like a blanket, and he wasted no time filling her with his manhood. Their movements were as connected and tuned as they had been on stage, and their organs strummed together like a bow playing a violin.
    Diamond was beyond coherent thought. His body on hers was the only thing that mattered. Her movements were frenzied and without inhibition, a feeling that was completely new to her. It hit her like a powerful drug, and she wanted more. She grabbed his tight ass and squeezed, relishing in the irony of the contrast. One of his large hands could completely cover her own ass cheek, but her own tiny hand barely grazed the surface of one of his.
    She pushed on his buttocks, using them as a guide, thrusting him deeper into her folds, screaming as she teetered on the edge of an earth shaking orgasm. Her face flushed as if somebody had suddenly lit a fire in the room. Her hands curled into fists, and her muscles tightened around him. She was there.

Chapter Six
    They came simultaneously, having achieved an out of this world connection that was beyond explanation. Every movement they had made had been as one. Afterwards, Pax rolled off of her, squishing onto his side to lay next to her on the narrow chaise, panting, sweating, and in a euphoria induced fog.
    All good things must come to an end, and as the fog cleared, Pax took in the scene with a mixture of horror and arousal. On one hand, Diamond lay next to him, snuggled under the crook of his neck, as if it was a spot on him, made just for her to fit. Every inch of her sexy curves glowed with a thin sheen of perspiration that is only achieved through a glorious session of intense lovemaking, the likes of which Pax had never experienced. The sexy half smile permanently affixed in place on Diamond’s restful face said that this had been a first for her as well. On the other hand, he had just had the best sex of his life, in a dressing room just offstage in the nightclub full of people housed in the hotel that he was the sole proprietor of. It was so completely unprofessional and totally out of character. Add to that that the beautiful woman he had had sex with was not only his newest employee, but an heiress in hiding. Not only had he broken the cardinal rule of employee-employer relationships, he hadn’t even had the good sense to be discreet about it. And now, he had to figure out a way to get them both out of here without alerting the 700 plus people in the club as to what they had been doing for the last hour, and why Diamond hadn’t immediately gone back to work in the club as he would have expected his other girls to.
    This wasn’t who he was, emotional, impulsive, reckless. Paxton Donovan was the exact opposite of all those things. Rigid, disciplined, methodical—in business and in his personal life. He thrived on order and discipline and schedules. Or at least he had, right up until the moment that Diamond came drunkenly barreling into his life.
    The last two days had been a beautiful train wreck and he had set himself up on a collision course with disaster—that needed to be derailed—ASAP. Groaning, he rolled off the chaise, and quickly began to gather his clothes, pulling them on piece by piece as he found them. Annoyed that her comfortable dozing place had been disrupted, Diamond regarded him lazily with one eye open.
    “Why are you getting dressed?” She giggled. “Don’t get dressed. Stay naked and let me look at you some more.”
    It took everything he had not to