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  Ari had never been to anything like this before, and as smoke filled the stage and the screen started to lift, her heart thumped and thudded.

  Seven men entered the stage, wearing suits and dancing with synchronized steps. Ari was surprised to find herself calling out as they swung their h*ps in time to the music. Somewhere in the middle of the song, their shirts came open and their rock-hard pecs and washboard abs made her salivate.

  At the end of the number, they turned around and their pants descended, exposing their bare backsides. The crowd let out such a loud roar that it drowned out the sensual beat of the bass. And even in that steamy room, Ari could feel her cheeks flame. Wow. Rafe would throttle her if he knew, but who cared?

  Soon the men were leaping off the stage and moving down the aisles of the intimate room, then jumping on tables and bending down to kiss a number of the fired-up women. Ari figured she was safe from their attention as long as she didn’t make eye contact. Rafe would be ticked off enough if he discovered that she’d come to the show. Any kissing might make him explode.

  During another number, one of the guys pulled a woman up onstage, put her in a chair and gave her the lap dance of her dreams. The woman blushed scarlet, in nice color contrast with the mouthful of pearly white teeth revealed by her huge smile. When the dancer jumped up and pushed his crotch close to her face, Ari was the one who went scarlet. The men certainly seemed to enjoy their job.

  As the show was nearing its end, Ari’s tipsiness overtook her, and when six of the men danced out onstage again, she clapped and hollered with the rest of the crowd. One of the men jumped down and suddenly grabbed her hand.

  She looked up at his smiling mouth like a deer caught in headlights. She couldn’t go up there! It was all good fun, and they were movie-star gorgeous. But they still paled in comparison with Rafe. Why bother to rub up against any of them when she had an amazing lover waiting for her return?

  Then again, how much longer would he be waiting for her? One day, a week, maybe a month. Rafe wasn’t known for keeping his mistresses longer than a few months at a time. She’d do well to remember that.

  “Don’t you dare try to get out of this,” Lia yelled out with laughter in her voice as she gave Ari a push.

  Ari had no choice but to follow the hunk onstage. He sat her down on a long bench, then ran back to join his buddies in a dance number. Ari didn’t know whether she was supposed to look at him or the crowd, so she looked down as she waited for the tune to end. From what she’d already witnessed, she had little hope of escaping with anything less than maximum embarrassment.

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  The man sauntered back over seductively and stood directly in front of her, pressing his body against hers, then grabbed her hands and placed them around his back, with her fingers spread out on his bu**ocks. As the audience yelled out instructions, Ari got into the spirit of the thing and squeezed, and the dancer winked at her with his dark brown eyes.

  When he went back over to the other guys, they gyrated slowly, accentuating their prized possessions, before two of them stalked toward her and rubbed up against her. Even through all the din, Ari could hear Lia shouting up at her to grab his ass. Ari thought it wiser, after her one lapse, to keep her hands to herself.

  Soon, only one man remained before her. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and swayed around her several times before laying her down and lying right on top of her! She was sure that if the power suddenly blacked out, the heat from her face would be enough to light up the entire room — heck, the entire hotel.

  After swiveling his h*ps provocatively above her for a few seconds, he finally sat her up, and then helped her stand as he grabbed her in a big hug, lifting her off her feet.

  “Thanks for being a good sport, love,” he said, his accent causing her insides to turn to jelly. He assisted her off the stage, and then finished his performance.

  Ari was still glowing when the show finished. The dancers set up for pictures as soon as they were all presented by name. Lia, of course, insisted on having a few photographs taken.

  The three of them stood in line, then each sat on a dancer’s lap, and received a kiss on the cheek as the picture was snapped. Ari seemed to be walking on clouds as she and the rest of the audience departed. How fun to hang with two amazing women and receive so much attention from serious sex gods. So what if they were doing a show, the same thing they did night after night? She still felt beautiful and desirable. Yes, Rafe made her feel gorgeous when he was worshipping her body, but afterward, he just left.

  To have a man want her so much that he couldn’t possibly sleep in another room would be amazing. To have him want her in bed and out of it? Priceless. Rafe couldn’t possibly ever give her that — he’d told her so.

  If only she didn’t have Lia and Rachel’s voices in her head telling her a different story. She needed another drink.

  “I can’t believe they pulled you up onstage. I’m so jealous right now,” Rachel said as they made their way downstairs toward the casino.

  “This totally stays between us. You have to burn that picture,” Ari responded with a laugh.

  “There’s no way I’m ever turning loose of this night. Are you kidding me? That was the most fun I can ever remember having. Those guys were so freaking hot. ”

  “Mmm, can we take them home, pretty please?”

  “Rachel, I’m sure if you bat your eyes at them, they’ll be begging you to go home with them. ”

  “Now that sounds like a plan. I could do all sorts of kinky things with that group. ”

  “You two are terrible. Seriously, you have to promise me that Rafe will never find that picture,” Ari insisted. Silently she added, At least until our relationship is over.

  “There’s nothing like having a little blackmail on a friend,” Lia replied as she pulled out the photo and laughed.

  “OK, the night’s still young. Let’s go downtown and lose some money,” Rachel insisted.

  “Yes. Ari’s buzz is wearing off. We need to get her a liquor fix — stat. ”

  Ari gave up fighting the two women. She’d learned that when they were determined to do something, it was best just to go with the flow and see where the adventure led, because otherwise she wouldn’t put it past them to drag her off kicking and screaming — probably in handcuffs. In her semi-sloshed state, that thought gave her the giggles.

  Linking arms with the girls, she smiled as they went off to whatever Lia had planned for them next.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  “Nineteen!”

  “Yea! Great job, Ari,” Rachel called as she leaped in the air, then turned to high-five several of the men surrounding them.

  “You are good luck, baby!” one of the guys said as he picked Ari up and spun her in a circle. Ari laughed when he set her down, and she wobbled unsteadily on her feet.

  Ari was losing complete track of time, but winning everything else as they moved through the casinos on Freemont Street. The girls were dragging her from table to table to enjoy her amazing run of luck, and a group of guys having a bachelor party was following the three around.

  “Come on, Ari. Give Stephen a kiss for good luck. The poor sucker is getting married tomorrow, so he needs all the luck he can get,” one of his friends shouted.

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  In the heat of the excitement, Ari leaned forward and kissed a blushing Stephen on the cheek as Rachel took a picture. Stephen then picked Ari up and twirled her while Rachel continued snapping shots.

  Because of the sheer number of margaritas Ari had consumed, she saw nothing wrong with Rachel’s documenting their night on the town.

  “OK, pick a number,” the dealer called, and Ari set a bunch of chips on seven. All the men followed suit and the dealer spun the roulette wheel. The guys all started chanting seven over and over, and Ari, Rachel and Lia joined in as the wheel started to slow.

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nbsp; It clicked closer and closer, then stopped on seven. The crowd around them exploded in triumphant cheers.

  “Lucky number seven it is,” the dealer called as whoops and hollers and whistles of celebration filled the air again.

  When Ari was finally back down on her feet, she swayed as the room began to fade out. It was long past time for them to retire, but she hated to call it a night. She knew Rafe was going to be furious with her and she didn’t want to face that sort of music.

  “Whoa there, Ari, you just about face-planted. As much fun as I’m having, I think we have to head back now,” Rachel said, looking slightly bummed.

  The crowd around them all protested, promising them everything from free drinks to jewelry if they stayed just another hour longer.

  “Sorry, boys, but we have to go before her boyfriend comes looking. It’s only a matter of time — and no one wants to be here if he finds her like this,” Lia warned.

  Ari was grateful that Lia and Rachel were stronger than she was, because they managed to get her out of the casino and to the front doors, where they hailed a cab in what seemed like seconds. Her head was spinning.

  “Do you know how mad my brother is going to be?” Rachel asked with a drunken giggle.

  “Yes. Lucky for you both that I’m the one he’s going to take it out on. Lucky for me that I’m drunk enough I don’t care all that much. Did you know he is phenomenal in bed?”

  “Ooh, that’s way too much information, Ari. Please, please promise me to never say anything so horrific again,” Lia begged.

  “I can’t promise, but I’ll try,” Ari conceded as she laughed with them.

  “Where to, ladies?” asked the cab driver with such boredom in his voice and an attitude that screamed so clearly I hate this job! that Ari got the giggles. Sin City cab drivers doubtless saw it all.

  “The Venetian, please,” Rachel said before sitting back.

  “I’m so glad you remembered that, because I completely forgot what hotel we were staying in,” Ari admitted.

  “We stay there all the time. The rooms are great and the shopping even better. ”

  “Don’t you ever get bored with shopping? I mean, you both are so dang rich that you can shop every day if you want. At some point it would have to lose its appeal. ”

  “Ari, that’s almost sacrilegious. How could anyone ever grow bored of shopping? New fashions come out almost daily,” Rachel gasped in a mock-serious tone.

  “My mother didn’t want us to be brats, so we had a pretty normal life growing up. Now, as adults, we do tend to shop a bit too much,” Lia admitted. “We have to make up for our deprived childhood!”

  “I was never into the whole shopping thing before, but now, with Rafe demanding I wear all these dresses and fancy shoes, I have to do it all the time. It’s taken a while, but I admit I’ve kind of grown to enjoy losing myself in this lifestyle. It’s not the worst thing I’ve ever done before. ”

  “That’s more like it!” Rachel exclaimed.

  They arrived at the hotel and the three of them stumbled in through the front doors. Ari had taken about five steps when she hit a wall of angry flesh. She didn’t even want to look up into the fire she was sure was in Rafe’s eyes.

  Instead, she looked to the left where Shane was gripping both Lia and Rachel. His face had to be a mirror image of Rafe’s. Rachel looked over at Ari and mouthed the words hot, angry sex, which sent Ari into another round of giggles.

  Rafe had obviously been pacing the lobby for hours.

  Shane and Rafe marched the three of them through the casino and straight to the elevators, where they rode to the top floor in suffocating silence. Maybe she would get hot, angry sex. She could certainly go for that.

  “Are you going to take care of them?” Rafe practically growled at Shane.

  “Gladly,” Shane replied and he led Lia and Rachel into the adjoining suite.

  Rafe dragged Ari into their own huge suite. “Did you have a good time?”

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  The tone of Rafe’s deceptively calm voice alerted Ari that something sinister was up. If she hadn’t been so drunk, she might have had a clue to what it was, but her brain refused to function correctly.

  “Yes, we had a blast, thank you,” she answered happily.

  “At what point did you decide it would be wise to ditch the professional men I graciously hired to keep you safe? Obviously I need to find ones who are a lot more discreet if you were able to spot them so easily. ”

  “Oh, we planned on that from the start. How can we have any fun with two incredible hulks following us all around? Discreet? Nahhhh. They were practically breathing down our necks, making it far too hard to socialize. ”

  “The whole point of the bodyguards is to discourage people from getting too close and harming you,” Rafe said tightly, fire leaping from his eyes.

  “Well, we couldn’t have any fun with them all up in people’s faces. Chill, Rafe. ”

  “Are you kidding me right now, Ari?” he thundered.

  “No. ”

  “That’s it? Just no?”

  “My head is spinning and I really need to lie down. Can you continue your lecture tomorrow, preferably after I’ve had at least two cups of coffee?”

  With great reluctance, Ari glanced at Rafe and saw that the man was steaming mad. Fascinating. What had she and his sisters done, really? They’d seen a strip show, played some table games, and gotten back late — oh, and ditched the bodyguards. The point was, they had come back in one piece. She didn’t see why he had to be so upset.

  “You just don’t get it, do you?”

  “Get what, Rafe? Yes, I know — we have an agreement. You want to own me, blah, blah, blah. I was kinda hoping to have some great angry sex and then pass out. ”

  Rafe’s eyes bulged, as if she’d sprouted a third head. She smiled at him and sent a wink, making him growl while he walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of cold water and a few pills.

  “Drink it all up and take these or you’ll be worthless tomorrow,” he demanded as he held out his hand.

  “I think that ship has sailed, Rafe. No matter what I do I’m going to be miserable,” she muttered. When he didn’t move, she finally took the bottle and horse pills from his hand. Choking the pills down, Ari then forced herself to finish off the bottle. It wasn’t easy with him glaring at her the entire time.

  “I really have to use the bathroom,” she said as she stumbled to her feet, her knees nearly giving out.

  “You’re not a stupid teenager, Ari. Don’t you think it’s a little ridiculous to get so drunk that you can’t even walk?” he snapped as he saved her from face-planting on the floor.

  “You know what, Rafe? I’m not a teenager, and you’re not my dad, so why don’t you lay off the lecture?” she snapped back. Her temper was rising as some of her buzz began to fade. Her night of angry sex was fading further and further away, and that was putting her in an increasingly bad mood.

  “Believe me, I know I’m not your father. That doesn’t change the fact that I want to bend you over my knee right now and see how pink I can make your cheeks. ”

  His words made her stumble to a stop. If he so much as tried to paddle her backside, she’d hit him where it hurt. Still, the thought of being bent over his knee didn’t sound bad at all.

  With a come-hither smile, she leaned into him and kissed his neck before she disappeared behind the bathroom door. Once inside, Ari got the bright idea of taking a shower.

  The last thing she remembered doing was sitting down on the built-in bench and feeling the hot water cascade over her muscles, soothing away the aches now consuming her body. Rafe found her passed out a few minutes later, and he carried her off to bed.

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  Rafe woke up with Ari in his arms. With surprise he noted the time. It was after ten! Not only had he stayed in bed later than he had in at least
a decade, but he’d slept with Ari all night.

  He’d lain down with her only to make sure she wasn’t going to get sick and then pass out in her own vomit. He must have fallen asleep within minutes of her snuggling up against his chest.

  Rafe allowed himself a moment to glide his fingers through her soft hair before he untangled her limbs from around him and slid from the bed. He wouldn’t fault himself for a moment of weakness, but to continue lying there, especially after her behavior the night before, would be ridiculous.

  He took a quick shower, ordered room service and sat down to read the paper while he waited for his coffee. Ari’s phone buzzed on the table next to him, and he planned to ignore it until he noticed a man’s name flash on the screen. Years of suspicion surfaced, and though he knew he shouldn’t pick up her cell, he did so anyway.

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  Who in the hell was Stephen?

  Without thinking twice about her privacy, Rafe opened the message; Thanks for a great time last night. Hope you didn’t get too busted. We had to call it a night after you left because you took all your luck with you, beautiful lady.

  What was this guy thanking her for? He began searching through Ari’s phone to find out. At the images he pulled up, his mood went from stable to downright critical condition.

  In Ari’s drunken stupor last night, she’d requested angry sex — well, she was about to get some.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Ari awoke to feel her hands being pulled above her head and her shirt being yanked off. Before she had a chance to react, her pajama bottoms were gone and she was lying on the sheets na**d with her hands immobilized in Rafe’s strong grip.

  The ire in his eyes should have frightened her, but instead, heat flooded straight to her core as she anticipated what was to come. She’d seen Rafe upset before, but the fire leaping from his gaze was hotter than lava. What had riled him up?

  “Do you want to explain the pictures on your phone?”

  In her half-asleep state, it took Ari’s brain a few extra moments to figure out what he was asking. When comprehension dawned, a shiver of apprehension rolled down her spine as she recalled the pictures Rachel and Lia had taken.