“I… uh…”
“Let’s just see where this goes,” Shea said, picking up where she left off while undressing me. Can I take some pics?”
I glanced around while I thought about it. It bobbed in the air, swollen, angry, and glistening along the tip. Ashlee shook her head. She was still standing on the stare, lips slightly parted as she watched in fascination, her pale eyes dancing back and forth between me and the woman in my lap. Couldn’t you just go to the Hamptons or something?”
“You can relax in Vegas,” I retorted. I looked in the general direction of the doorway between my room and Chloe’s but didn’t see anyone there besides the door hanging slightly ajar. She looked like a corrupted schoolgirl. Chloe was getting herself off while watching us. She looked up at me, and her face immediately softened. “Okay. I’m yours until it’s over.”
She looked around to ensure no one was paying close attention to us and then moved off me. “That’s it, girl,” Natashya said. Ashlee shook her head. It’d probably blow my cover,
