Business was on his mind, but something else dominated his thoughts, too.
Hopping off the private jet and onto the hot, neon-lit ground of the Vegas Strip, Jamie shot Shannon a quick text. A simple, teasing question.
Still naked? Or are you in my boxers?
It wasn’t the first time a woman had tempted him like this. He was no stranger to choice.
However, Shannon had hit like an atomic bomb, an explosion that wiped every other woman from the picture and that sudden realisation struck him hard.
And, damn it, it freaked him out, too.
He hoped a few days away from Northern Irelandwould give him the clarity he needed. Clear his head, put some distance between him and that intense addiction.
Jamie walked through the hotel lobby, the buzz of activity and flashing lights a constant reminder that this was Vegas, where business and sex collided in a chaotic mix.
A woman with wavy dark hair caught his eye. Her gaze slid over his fitted t-shirt and grey sweatpants, while she drew the edge of her lip between her teeth.
He flashed a polite smile, but she didn’t miss a beat, stepping closer, her interest obvious.
“Enjoying the view?” she asked.
“Seen it all before.” Jamie winked, his tone cool and dismissive as he moved past her without another word.
Walking away, he couldn’t stop Shannon haunting him again with her sexy laugh, natural beauty, and the way her full package made his pulse go off the charts.
Glancing at his phone, he saw she hadn’t replied to his text. Maybe she was still sleeping.
He sighed, frustration building, and muttered a curse under his breath, his fingers tightening around the device.
After grabbing the key card for his usual suite from the cute receptionist, he rode the elevator to the top floor, shooting a message to Marcus to let him know he was on his way up.
As he strode inside, he froze, taking in the scene that greeted him.
“Holy fuck, mate. Last thing I need to see after a long flight is your ass.” Jamie groaned, pretending to cover his eyes in mockdisgust.
Marcus glanced over his shoulder from the couch, using his body to shield Lana’s naked body under him.
“Jesus fuck, Jamie…” He panted, raking a hand through his messy hair. “I told you to give me a head’s up when Lana’s with me.”
Apparently, he hadn’t seen the incoming text a few seconds ago. Typical Marcus—lost in his own filthy world with Lana, oblivious to everything else.
“Sorry, Lan.” Jamie peeked through his fingers, then added, “Alright, guys, I’m here. Enough with the touching…and biting…and seriously, put on some clothes, mate.”
A soft, playful giggle floated across the room. “Hey, Jamie. I’ll get dressed and Facetime Freddy, so you can have him all to yourself.”
Jamie dropped his hands from his eyes just in time to see Lana slide out from under Marcus, unbothered by her nakedness.
Marcus shot up, throwing a protective arm around her, blocking Jamie’s view.
“Cover up, beautiful,” he ordered.
While Lana ducked to grab a nearby shirt, throwing it on with a playful grin, he swatted her ass.
“Fuck. That shouldn’t turn me on. But it did,” Jamie said, laughing.
“You owe me, dickhead,” Marcus growled when she pranced towards the bedroom. “Big fucking time.”
“When’s the meeting?” Jamie asked, leaning against the wall.
