She couldn’t know how good she’d felt to him last night.

Damon was used to waking up with a woman next to him, but when he rolled on his pillow to see Brenna, their heated bathtub fuck came roaring back to his thoughts. She was the very first woman he’d had sex with sans condom since leaving Angie—a damn long time ago. A lifetime, it felt like.

He hadn’t done it purposely. He’d just climbed into the bathtub, invited her in, and somewhere along the way it had occurred to him he didn’t have a rubber anywhere handy.

And maybe it had been unfair not to point it out, not to remind her, since clearly she’d forgotten, too—but he hadn’t. Because when she’d slid down onto him, so moist, so tight, when he’d felt that hot, slick cunt hugging his cock, flesh to flesh, he simply hadn’t the strength to stop feeling it.

He knew he was safe, because he’d always been careful up to now. And he was pretty damn sure Brenna was safe, too—he was pretty sure he was the first guy she’d fucked since leaving her shithead husband. And he knew she was taking birth control pills because she’d mentioned it among the things she had to do yesterday morning upon heading back to her room to get ready for their breakfast meeting with Blush. He’d suggested she put them in her purse so she wouldn’t have to go dashing back to her room in the future.

Just then, her eyes fluttered open.

And he looked away. He wasn’t sure why, but he supposed he didn’t want to be caught watching her sleep. Something in that sounded…well, like someone else, not him.

Only when she stretched, yawned, did he turn to say, “Hey, babe.”

Her sleepy smile lit up the room. “Hey.” She definitely had the look of a woman who’d been well-pleasured last night, an observation that made his dick perk to life under the covers.

“Do you need to take your pill?”

She gasped softly. “Oh, gosh—thanks for reminding me. I thought about stopping them after my divorce, but they keep my periods regular.” And up she hopped, walking beautifully naked out into the dining area, where he guessed she’d left her purse last night. He watched her sweet round ass sashay away, then a moment later got to see the return view, her pretty tits—nipples already erect—swaying as she walked.

When she glanced at the clock, he did, too—and damn, it was almost noon! “Shit,” he said. “Good thing we didn’t have anything scheduled for today.”

She perched on the foot of the bed. “So then, what is our plan?”

Damon turned the question over in his mind. “Tonight we’ve got to make stops at a few more clubs, but we could use the afternoon to check in with some of my contacts around the Strip—and maybe make some more in the process.”

“Sounds good,” she said, and he loved how free and easy she appeared lounging about in the nude—this wasn’t at all the way he’d envisioned Brenna before this trip, or even after he’d first met with her at the French café that first night.

“And if you’re a good little girl,” he added, “maybe we can see some sights. Which, here, means touring some of the hotels. Doesn’t sound that exciting, I know—but some of these places are pretty spectacular.”

She gave her head a coquettish tilt. “There’s only one problem with that plan.”

“What’s that?”

She shook her head, her bed-tousled hair falling around her face. “I’m not a good little girl.”