Money Shot by Selena Kitt, Lily Marie, Alyse Zaftig, Jamie Klaire, Kinsey Grey, Ambrielle Kirk, Marie Carnay, Holly Stone, Cynthia Dane, Alexis Adaire, Anita Snowflake, Eve Kaye, Janessa Davenport, Linnea May, Ruby Harper, Sasha Storm, Tamsin Flowers, Tori White Read Free Book Online Page A

dress almost all the way up.
     
    “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
     
    “It’s the dress.” Jodie squirmed in her seat. His hand was hot, burning her thigh, but he didn’t move it any higher, and she really kind of wanted him to. Her pussy was throbbing, panties shamefully wet. “Versace. Fifteen hundred dollars. And it’s not even mine.”
     
    “It’s not the dress.” He pulled the Bugatti into the Palms, getting out and handing the valet the keys.
     
    This time it was Dorian who opened her door and gave her a hand out. She followed him into the hotel, which was far more opulent and much less pretentious than Caesar’s.
     
    “So you’re in Vegas for a bachelorette party.” He led her through the lobby, around the corner to an elevator, but there was no button to push on it.
     
    “Yeah. That, and I’m supposed to be on Pawn Stars tomorrow—you know that show?”
     
    “What are you selling?” He raised his eyebrows, pulling out his wallet.
     
    “Don Quixote. First edition. I found it in my grandmother’s stuff.”
     
    “That’s worth quite a chunk of change.” He gave a low whistle as he ran a card through a reader on the elevator. It opened immediately.
     
    “You know books?” She blinked in surprise as they got in. “A private elevator?”
     
    “I know rare and precious things,” he countered, grabbing her hips and pulling her slowly toward him. “Have you ever been fucked in an elevator?”
     
    “No.” She shook her head, putting her arms around his neck. His hair was irresistible. It curled around her fingers at the nape of his neck. “Do you recommend it?”
     
    “Well, it is a private elevator…”
     
    The elevator stopped, the doors opening, and Jodie nearly screamed when a man dressed in a tuxedo met them as they stepped out. Instead, she grabbed Dorian’s arm, stepping toward him so they were hip to hip. He slid an arm around her waist.
     
    “Good evening, sir.” The tuxedoed man actually gave a little bow. “Can I take your coat?”
     
    Oh my God, he was Batman. He even had an Alfred! Although this Alfred wasn’t an old man—he was young, probably her age.
     
    “Hey Andrew.” Dorian shrugged off his suit coat and handed it over. Okay, Andrew, not Alfred. But still! “You can have the night off. But first—how about some food?”
     
    He turned to Jodie, eyes questioning. She nodded enthusiastically. She hadn’t eaten since the dinner buffet and, at the time, she hadn’t been very hungry. But now she was ravenous.
     
    “What do you want? Steak? Burger? Tofu?” Dorian asked, raising his eyebrows at her.
     
    “No tofu.” She wrinkled her nose in distaste, asking Andrew, “Do you have waffles?”
     
    He nodded. “Best chicken and waffles in the state.”
     
    “Oh that sounds awesome!” Now her mouth was watering. “And cupcakes. Do you have cupcakes?”
     
    “Yes we do,” Andrew said.
     
    “Bring me a steak.” Dorian loosened his tie. “And some of that lemon cake from the other night.”
     
    “Yes, sir,” Andrew replied. “Anything else?”
     
    “A bottle of champagne,” Dorian added, watching Jodie as she started wandering through the room—which wasn’t so much of a room, or even a suite, as a freaking apartment. “Chocolate covered strawberries.”
     
    “Yes, sir.” Andrew took the elevator down.
     
    “So who am I now, Julia Roberts?” she asked as Dorian joined her as she entered the living area. It had a huge, wraparound red leather couch and she nearly jumped out of her skin when Dorian flipped a switch and the gas fireplace came to life.
     
    “You’re not a prostitute.” He tossed his tie over the back of the couch. “And I’m no Richard Gere.”
     
    Well, that was true—technically she wasn’t a prostitute. Although she was starting to feel like one, a little bit.
     
    “So what are you doing in Vegas?” Now that she was here, in his room—suite, penthouse, hotel mansion, whatever you wanted to call