The suite door closed. “Gina?” “In the bedroom.” My cheeks flushed. This was the first time we’ve spoken since we left Vegas—since he pinned me against a glass wall and fucked me with his fingers until I came spectacularly. We both slept during the flight and he left early this morning while I was still in bed. My skin hummed with awareness when he walked into the room, and a low, appreciative chuckle left him. “Not what I was expecting to see, but welcome all the same.” I flipped him the bird over my shoulder. “I have nothing to wear.” “You’re standing in front of three suitcases. How can you have nothing to wear?” “I didn’t pack for a trip to the surface of the sun.” George unzipped his own suitcase on the other side of the room, and I heard the swish of material as he changed. “It’s not that h

I smiled widely and scribble a note.To Monica Yung, from Gina McCartney.Pay Brenda two hundred for international calls. I owe you—take extra from the next.And get my cell sorted so it works. I don’t wanna be paying her crap again. Thanks xoI handed him the message with her contact details and touched his arm. “You’re a doll, Hillary. Thank you so much.”“You’re… You’re welcome, Miss Gina. Oh, Mr. Stone. Can I help you?”The hair on the back of my neck prickled, and I turned to George. He was amused and pissed off simultaneously. I placed my hand against his chest.“Hey, baby. Did your call go well?”“It did.” He wrapped an arm around my back.“How’s your dad?”“He’s fine. Are you harassing the receptionist?”

I turned my face to the side and caught his eye. “Is the dress okay?” “Okay? You’re standing in front of a fucking mirror and you’re asking me if it’s okay?” He crossed the room and rested his hands on my sides. He dropped a kiss to my bare shoulder. “There’s no way you won’t be the most beautiful woman in the room tonight. If every guy doesn’t have their eyes on you the whole time, they need their eyes tested. Shit, Gina. You look fucking incredible.” I looked at the floor and smiled. “No.” He cupped my jaw from behind and lifted my face to the mirror. “You don’t get to look at the floor. Look in this mirror and see how devastatingly beautiful you look.” “Shut up,” I murmured. “It’s just a dress.” “No. It’s the woman that makes the dress. And you? You make this dress something that borders on illegal.” He lowered his mouth to my ear. “Tell me I b

“That was what I’ve been wanting to do all night.” He took my bottom lip between his and sucked gently as he pulled me into the suite.He left me standing in the middle of the room. I kicked off my shoes and let my eyes follow him as he entered the kitchen and poured a glass of wine. He placed it in my hand and smirked down at me.“I’m going to shower.” George backed out of the main room into our bedroom and paused by the door. “Before I do something crazy.”Something crazy? As opposed to dragging me around the world and kissing the ever-loving shit out of me at every opportunity?Do we have different definitions of the word?The sound of the shower running reached my ears, and I slowly brought my gaze up. Something crazy. He wants something crazy?I’ll give him fucking crazy.I placed the glass on the kit

“No! I don’t blush.” Or I shouldn’t. I was a fucking call girl!“You’re either blushing or you’re having an orgasm right now. You have the same look on your face. Glazed eyes, lips parted, cheeks flushed.” His eyes flicked over my features. “And if you’re having an orgasm, I’m better than I thought. Or you just really love the idea of sucking my cock.”I ignored the sudden clench of my pussy and pointed at him. “You, sir, are an arrogant bastard.”He smirked. “Go and get ready, Gina. We’re leaving soon.”I showed him my middle finger and stalked into the bedroom. There wasn’t a chance in hell I was about to let him know just how much I did love having him in my mouth.It was the power, the knowledge that, for five minutes, Mr. I Don’t Ask, I