What Happens in Vegas
Noble Romance Publishing, LLC
Publication date: July 2009
Digital Book format: PDF (Adobe DRM)
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In Vegas on a week-long business trip, attorney Steve Elliot isn't as interested in buxom strippers as his co-workers, Jake and Dylan, seem to be. Steve has other interests, and at the first opportunity, leaves the strip club for a nearby gay bar. To his surprise, Dylan follows him there, hoping for a chance to get Steve alone. After a quick battle with his conscience about dating a co-worker, Steve relents and goes back to the hotel with the younger, sexy man.
Their night of passion ends abruptly as Dylan's past comes back to haunt him in Sin City. Will Steve and Jake be forced to pay the price for Dylan's prior indiscretions?
Special Content Alert: M/M
A hard squeeze of his cock knocked the little angel out of the picture and the devil grinned. Steve tossed back his drink, downing the last of the bourbon.
He set the glass down and looked over his shoulder. "Shall we go somewhere?"
Dylan smiled. "You want another drink?"
"Not particularly. I was thinking more along the lines of a blowjob, or a hard and fast fuck."
"Mmm, I like those lines." Dylan squeezed his shaft one more time and withdrew his hand. "Let's go check out the men's room."
Steve adjusted his slacks and followed Dylan to the back of the bar. They entered the restroom and while it appeared clean enough, it was small and crowded.
"I don't think so." Steve stepped out again.
Dylan's face was mere inches from his own. "Hotel?"
Warm breath, infused with the odors of beer and something minty, wafted over Steve. He shook his head to clear it, reconsidering the tryst. "Look, I'm not sure we should-"
"Of course we should." Dylan squeezed his hand and swung it. "Jake's probably still at the titty bar. We can walk into the lobby of the Goliath separately if you like, and meet in my room. Of course, we could meet in your room, but I happened to bring along the necessary supplies. I was hoping for an opportunity just like this."
Steve raised his eyebrows, surprised. "You wanted us to get together? Did you know I was gay?" He was amazed Dylan thought about him. He hadn't given the junior associate the time of day.
"Didn't know for sure." Dylan winked. "Hoped. Figured I'd find out this week, one way or another. You realize I asked to come along on this trip. Practically begged."
"No." Steve exhaled, coming to terms with his incredulousness. Of course he'd known when Dylan was hired, but Steve usually kept his nose buried in work. He didn't socialize with work-mates, and still wasn't sure he should start now. "I'm-shocked."
"Why?" Dylan chuckled. "You're fucking hot, man. I spotted you my first day on the job. Been keeping my eye on you ever since. You don't party much, do you?"
Steve moved so a couple redneck-looking guys in blue plaid shirts could enter the restroom. He watched them absently, still trying to wrap his mind around what was happening. "I guess you could say that."
Dylan nudged closer. "A nose-to-the-grindstone kind of guy. I like that. Hey, don't look so nervous! This is supposed to be fun, remember?"
"I don't usually do stuff like this, especially with co-workers," Steve acknowledged. "Especially with younger co-workers."
Dylan laughed. "I'm not so young, and we're hardly co-workers. You're up there in the nosebleed section of the offices. I'm down in the bullpen. Even if I stay at Fitzroy a dozen years, I'll never catch up to you."
"Still . . . ." Steve glanced around uncomfortably.
"Are you going to whine this much when I'm fucking you? Because I have a gag and a paddle, and I'm not afraid to use them."
A momentary rush of panic hit Steve, eased by the twinkle in Dylan's eyes. Steve smiled. "Let's go, smart ass. We'll see who's fucking who by the time the night's over."