He turned, grabbed hold of my waist, and backed me against the cab railing.
“Then there’s your temper. The fire of it says the passion you unleash will be all consuming and uncontrollable.”
“Baz,” I whispered and lifted my face, giving in to the seduction of his words and the desire to kiss him.
Before our lips could touch, the elevator doors opened, breaking the trance we were under.
I stepped into the penthouse and gasped.
This was like nothing I’d seen before. The expanse of the place was unbelievable. The windows made up the outer walls of the space, giving views of every angle of Las Vegas and the desert surrounding it.
There was a balcony off the living room that resembled a spa retreat with flowers and plants all around, more than likely designed to give the senses a break from the hustle and bustle of the busy city below.
The kitchen was state of the art, and the furniture throughout was modern and clean, following the look of the rest of the resort.
This was no ordinary rentable penthouse. This had to be the infamous penthouse Ana said had belonged to Hagen that she’d used before she moved into her house.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” Sebastian came up to me, setting a hand on my back.
“That’s an understatement.” I looked up at Sebastian. “This could rival our place in Berlin.”
“But our view is better.”
He was right. Our penthouse overlooked the river and had a calming effect on the senses. Views of the Strip could overwhelm the senses, especially for someone who spent a lot of time working in solitude.
“Very true. I like the craziness of Las Vegas for the short term, but anything longer than a week or two at a time would be too much to handle.”
“If you want a place in Vegas to visit for quick trips, I’m sure one of the Lykaioses has a property available.”
“I’m good. Besides, if I were going to buy a place from any of the Lykaioses, it would be from Henna. The woman knows real estate.”
Henna Anthony-Lykaios was Ana’s half sister and wife to Zack Lykaios. She’d been Zack’s rival when it came to property development. Then they fell in love and now they were on a mission to populate Nevada with their offspring. Rumor had it, Henna was pregnant with baby number six and it had barely been four months since she gave birth to her little girl.
“Duly noted. What would you like to do tonight?”
I wanted to say have multiple orgasms, since my body hadn’t come down from our airplane escapades. Instead, I answered with, “You decide.”
“How about we check out Hagen’s club?”
I smiled. “That’s a perfect idea.”
“Holy shit. You’re gorgeous.”
I beamed at Sebastian’s reaction as I stepped out into the living room of the penthouse an hour later.
He walked up to me, offering his hand. I slid my palm over his, feeling a tingle of energy sizzle between us.
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” I let my gaze trail up and down his body.
The correct word for the way he looked was hot. Fucking hot. With whipped cream and a cherry on top.
This man epitomized sex appeal. His fitted black textured shirt and dark denim jeans accentuated his honed body and height. He’d pushed up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his tattooed arms.
My libido was on overdrive and I wanted him on me, in me, any way I could get him.
“How about we skip the club and get naked?”
“Horny, baby?”
I frowned. “You know very well I am. What are we waiting for? We just got married. We’re supposed to fuck like rabbits.”
“It’s called delayed gratification.”
“Delayed gratification, my ass.” I stalked to the elevator, dragging Sebastian behind me. “Come on, let’s burn off our frustrations.”
Sebastian seemed unfazed and followed without a word.
The moment we entered Nyx, the world-famous nightclub, my annoyance with my husband and my hormones was gone.
The pictures I’d seen hadn’t done the place justice. The straight lines and neutral interior of the property flowed into here but there was a more sensual vibe. Splashes of reddish-gold were everywhere from the light fixtures to the statues.
“Holy fuck. Those are real.” I pointed to a set of Greek figurines positioned in a wall alcove above the dance floor. “Those have to be worth ten million apiece.”
“I guess you aren’t the only one who gets to claim they have original artwork in their clubs.”
“It’s not something I advertise. I just thought it fit, and I happened to own the pieces.”
“Come, let’s dance.”
We made our way onto the dance floor, and immediately Sebastian pulled me against him.
“The last time we danced together, I had to let you go. Tonight, I go home with you.”
“Too bad sex doesn’t seem to be on the menu.”
We rolled our hips and bodies to the rhythm of the music, completely in tune with each other.
He danced like a man who knew what he was doing. His moves were commanding yet sensual, almost seducing.
We stayed on the dance floor through three tracks, lost in the beat.
Sebastian’s hands slid up the sides of my body and then one fisted the hair at the nape of my neck as the other settled on my back, drawing me flush against him.
“You’re my every fantasy come to life.”
He was aroused, and the hunger in his dark eyes had my breath unsteady and my sex growing slick with need.
He’d left me hanging all day and I was desperate for release.
“Baz, I want to go to bed.”
“Are you sure?”
I rubbed my pelvis against his thick, hard cock. “Absolutely.”
“Then let’s go.” He picked up my hand and kissed my fingers before linking his with mine and leading me out of the club.
Chapter Seventeen
Sebastian
“Are you still mad at me?” I asked Isa as we drove to Adrian and Ana’s estate where the Lykaios-Kipos clan were waiting for our arrival.
“I’m not as mad but you’re not my favorite person right now. What you did was wrong on so many levels.”
I almost laughed at the incredulous scowl Isa shot in
