Vixen in Vegas (Sinful Novellas) by Emma Nichols Read Free Book Online Page A

said.
    Sitting up a little more so that I could look him in those beautiful eyes as we spoke, I said, “Oh, my name is Alysin Nixon.”
    He beamed. “It has a nice ring to it. I’m Benjamin Everly,” he said.
    “Everly,” I said in my thinking voice. “Where have I heard that name before? Or maybe I saw it?” I wasn’t expecting him to answer. I had a finger to my lip, tapping it as I considered my own question.
    “It was on the wine bottle I had chilling for you in the suite when you arrived. Could that be it?” He smirked.
    “Oh, that’s right. How cool. You have the same name as a brand of wine,” I said happily.
    “Well, that’s just because I own the winery,” he said with a shrug.
    I paused and looked at him. “You OWN the winery?” I asked, incredulously. I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with men like him. “I love that! What a way to parlay a passion into a career. You do love wine, right?”
    Throwing his head back, he laughed. “Yes, I love wine. And I don’t own the winery alone. My parents passed it on to my younger sister, Brenda, and me when they died suddenly in a freak parasailing accident about ten years ago.” He sighed and shook his head. “We’ve grown and changed and now have an award winning winery. I couldn’t do it without her.”
    “That must be nice, having family. Jolie is mostly my family and I’m hers.” I shrugged.
    “Well, Sin Nixon, are you ready to break some rules?” He asked teasing me while leaning over to nibble on my ear.
    “Absolutely. Let’s break all of them.” I said it and I meant it. I just never considered what could come from that. I really should have done that.

    After the gondola docked and we stepped out, there was no question where we were going next. More it was a challenge to see who was going to break first. I was stubborn as hell. It would have to be him.
    We walked around for a few minutes glancing in the shops. It was nice, but nothing really caught our attention. He had an arm flung casually around my shoulders. Mine was wrapped around his waist. Periodically, he would pull me close and plant a few kisses in my hair or bend over to kiss my neck. It melted me every time. I wanted him so very badly.
    I was carrying the potted orchid and considering what a nice gift it was. It broke one of my rules, of course. Up until now, I had made sure I didn’t have to be responsible for one more living thing…not even a plant. Now, suddenly, I am the proud owner of an exotic flowering plant that would, no doubt, require special care, attention, and treatment. I might have to sing lullabies or read bedtime stories, cover it with a blanket for all I knew. Yet, because it was an incredibly thoughtful gift from an incredibly amazing man, I was happy about it. “Purple,” I said. “How did you know?”
    Chuckling, he responded, “I mostly guessed. It was process of elimination. I didn’t want anything too common for you. You have no idea how special and extraordinary you are.”
    Smirking, I warned, “Keep talking like that and you will have wooed me into bed in no time.”
    “Do I really have to woo you?” He asked.
    “Sadly, no. You just say the word…” I looked down and shook my head in shame.
    “Good…because I was just thinking that the plant was looking cumbersome and that you might want to drop it off at the room before we did any more shopping…” He watched my eyes for a response.
    Without hesitation I said, “Let’s go.”
    Being all calm and cool was completely forgotten. All I knew was that I needed him in me. The sooner, the better. That week apart had been too long. Our week together had been too short. Eventually we’d talk and he’d reveal what he had planned for me. We were putting the ‘what are your intentions’ talk on steroids. I could feel it.
    All I wanted was to make it back to the suite with him.

    The walk back to the room was short. There was plenty of foreplay along the way. Somehow my hot and sexy