{"id":15537,"date":"2016-12-30T08:30:46","date_gmt":"2016-12-30T13:30:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=15537"},"modified":"2019-09-04T09:38:01","modified_gmt":"2019-09-04T13:38:01","slug":"arc-review-until-ashlyn-until-her-3-by-aurora-rose-reynolds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.escapistbookblog.com\/?p=15537","title":{"rendered":"Book Tour, ARC Review & Excerpt: Until Ashlyn (Until Her\/Him, #4) by Aurora Rose Reynolds"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Dillon Keck knew Ashlyn Mayson was drunk when she suggested they get married. He knew he should have taken her back to their hotel room and put her to bed. Instead, he did what he had been craving to do since the moment they met.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Claim her as his.<\/p>\n

Waking up married in Vegas isn’t something Ashlyn Mayson ever thought would happen to her. Having Dillon, her boss, a man she thinks is a dick, insist they stay married is absurd, but every time he touches her, she gets lost in him and wonders if maybe they are meant to be together.<\/p>\n

But someone isn’t happy for Dillon and Ashlyn and their new found romance, and they’re willing to do anything to keep them apart. Even commit murder.<\/p>\n

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\u201cYou’ve been mine for a long fucking time, baby.\u00a0 You just didn’t know it.\u201d<\/strong><\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

3 quick, fun and steamy stars.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u2019m a huge fan of Aurora Rose Reynold\u2019s Until<\/i> series, and this continuation into the stories of the Mayson daughters. This book is the story of Ashlyn Mayson (daughter of Cash and Lilly, sister of Jax). In previous books of the series we have seen her struggling to deal with her assholish, controlling boss, Dillon, who seems to exist for the sole purpose of making her life a mysery. This book begins with the two of them taking a business trip to Vegas together, and waking up married in the morning.<\/p>\n

Ashlyn was drunk and only has vague memories of her nuptials, but Nick was stone cold sober, knowing that Ashlyn was impaired, but taking full advantage anyway. And her alpha husband has no intention of letting her go.<\/p>\n

\u201cBaby.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, do not \u2018baby\u2019 me, and do not come near me \u2026 I swear I will take out your eyes if you touch me.\u201d Pressing his lips together, I can tell he\u2019s trying not to laugh and that he thinks I\u2019m funny, but I\u2019m dead serious. \u201cI can\u2019t believe I\u2019m fricking married to you.\u201d
\n\u201cBelieve it \u2026 We\u2019re married, baby, and you better get used to the idea, \u2018cause that shit is not changing. <\/i>Ever.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Dillon is a total alpha caveman. He makes it clear that he\u2019s wanted Ashlyn for a long time and while he\u2019s initially all about claiming her and barging in all over her life, the feelings eventually come.<\/p>\n

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It\u2019s all incredibly fast-paced without much build-up, and I felt like we were thrown into a relationship that Dillon was already super intense about and completely invested in. It takes Ashley a bit longer to get on board, but Dillon is such caveman that she has little choice but to go along with it (though she doesn\u2019t protest too loudly), and she is quickly caught up in everything that is between them. It all happens so quickly though, that I initially didn\u2019t feel it as much as I was hoping to – I didn\u2019t experience that sense of anticipation or falling along with them, and honestly, I missed seeing them fall in love. There is some relationship development, but it feels like we pick it up halfway into their story rather than getting to experience it from the beginning. I did eventually get into it though, and it was just as hot, intense, no-nonsense and swoony as I have come to expect from this author.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere will never come a time when you are alone, because for the rest of our days, I will be by your side as your anchor, your strength, and the carrier of your heart, like you are the keeper of mine.\u201d<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

There\u2019s a bit of a mystery storyline running through the book, with Ashlyn facing a danger that only grows the closer she and Dillon become. But who would want to hurt her, and why? And how far are they willing to go?<\/p>\n

I liked this book. Dillon and Ashlyn are likeable characters, and their romance is hot and intense. It\u2019s a really short read which means that a lot of details are skimmed over and there\u2019s not as much detail as I would have liked, but I liked the way their relationship progressed, and the swoony romance was really gorgeous. The mystery aspect is blended in well to the love story, though that also felt a bit rushed. And there\u2019s a big climax that, although hinted at, seems to come out of nowhere before it’s all over. It left me a bit stunned wondering how the hell it all just happened, and again, I would have felt the drama and excitement more had we gotten more detail as it was all going down.<\/p>\n

Of course Ashlyn\u2019s family are all a part of the drama, and I enjoyed seeing the other characters from the Until<\/i> series, and I particularly loved the lead into Sage\u2019s story in the upcoming Until Sage. I can\u2019t wait for that one!<\/p>\n

I enjoyed Dillon and Ashlyn\u2019s story, and that epilogue was fantastic, but for me this one was missing that \u2018boom\u2019 that I love so much about this series.<\/p>\n

3 stars.<\/p>\n

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Excerpt<\/strong><\/h4>\n

Chapter 1<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ashlyn<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Mom,\u201d I greet, tucking my phone between my ear and shoulder as I shove another dress and matching heels into my suitcase. I smile while I do, because Dillon will likely flip his lid when he sees my choices in attire for the weekend, but there is not one damn thing he can do about it since we won\u2019t be in the office. So technically, his stupid rules don\u2019t apply.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you all packed?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlmost,\u201d I sigh, looking at the clock and realizing I only have ten minutes to finish before my cab is set to arrive. I wasn\u2019t planning on going to Vegas for the dental convention, but Dillon insisted he needed me with him, and like an idiot, I agreed.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs Dillon picking you up?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I\u2019m meeting him there. His flight left a couple hours ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh.\u201d She lets out a defeated breath. \u201cIs it just you and him going?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI hope so. I swear if the Wicked Witch shows up, I\u2019ll sell her on the strip to the highest bidder, or pay someone to take her out to the desert and drop her off,\u201d I grumble, digging under my bed for my tickler\u2014just in case of an emergency.<\/p>\n

\u201cCall me if you need an alibi.\u201d She laughs, and I smile, shaking my head, because I know she\u2019s not lying; she would find a way to be my alibi if something happened.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll call,\u201d I mutter, heading to the bathroom so I can gather my shower supplies.<\/p>\n

\u201cDillon\u2019s so nice,\u201d she says quietly, and I grit my teeth.<\/p>\n

Dillon is annoying, bossy, and\u2026 fine, he can be nice sometimes. Plus, he\u2019s uber-hot, but I hate him. Okay, I don\u2019t hate him\u2026 but I really, really want<\/i> to.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow long are you going to be gone for?\u201d she questions, breaking into my internal rant.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust four days. My flight gets back Monday night around seven.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPromise you\u2019ll call everyday and check in.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll call or text,\u201d I agree, grabbing my cosmetics case from under the bathroom cupboard, filling it with all of my makeup.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease try and have some fun while you\u2019re there. Make Dillon take you out to a nice dinner or dancing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Snorting, I mutter, \u201cSure, Mom. I love you. I\u2019ll message when I land.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, honey, and don\u2019t forget your dad and I leave Monday for Florida and we\u2019ll be gone for three weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI haven\u2019t forgotten. Have fun, kiss Grandma and Grandpa, and tell Dad I love him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWill do,\u201d she promises softly before I hang up and shove my cell into my back pocket. Looking at the clock I let out a quiet curse, getting my ass in gear to finish packing so I don\u2019t miss my flight.<\/p>\n

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Dragging my bag behind me toward the reception desk, I\u2019m stunned by how many people are here wearing nametags stating they\u2019re attending the dental convention. Dillon mentioned this weekend is one of the largest gatherings of dentists in the United States, but sheesh, this is crazy. Finally making it to the front of the line, I smile at the cutie behind the desk.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow can I help you, gorgeous?\u201d he inquires once I\u2019m close, and I set my purse on the counter and pull out my ID, handing it over to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi, I have a reservation.\u201d I yawn, covering my mouth while I listen to the sound of slot machines going off in the distance. I love the slots\u2014or penny slots to be exact, since I\u2019m too chicken to play the real ones.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, but there is no reservation under your name. Are you sure you\u2019re staying with us?\u201d he asks, handing me back my ID, and I frown.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m positive. It may be under my boss\u2019 name, Dillon Keck. He made the reservations,\u201d I say, and he starts to type again then smiles.<\/p>\n

\u201cGot it. I see here that Mr. Keck has already checked in and requested we give you your own key to the suite upon arrival.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh\u2026 what?\u201d I blurt, feeling something close to dread fill my stomach. \u201cAre you saying he\u2019s staying in that room too?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, it\u2019s a suite with two kings.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t care how many kings are in the room. It\u2019s one room. Right?\u201d I panic, leaning half over the counter, trying to see his computer screen. \u201cPlease tell me you have another room available?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, but we\u2019re completely booked. This is one of our busiest weekends of the year.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course it is.\u201d I shake my head. \u201cCan you recommend another hotel nearby?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, but I really doubt anywhere else has an opening.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh man\u2026 oh man,\u201d I breathe, squeezing my eyes closed. \u201cIt\u2019s not a big deal. You can share a room with him. You\u2019re an adult, and it\u2019s not like you even like him, right?\u201d I whisper, balling my hands into fists.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm, so do you want me to get you your key?\u201d Opening my eyes, I nod once and his face softens. \u201cCall down and check. Sometimes we have people call off their reservations last minute. You never know. Something might open up between tonight and tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure, I\u2019ll call,\u201d I agree, wondering what the hell I did to deserve this kind of karma as I wait there for the room key.<\/p>\n

Standing in the hall outside the door to our <\/i>room ten minutes later, I pause with my key card in my hand, not sure if I should knock or just go in. I seriously cannot believe Dillon booked us in a room together. Actually, I can believe it, because I think he gets off on annoying me.<\/p>\n

\u201cScrew it. It\u2019s my room too,\u201d I mutter to myself, shoving the key into the card reader, watching the light turn green. Pushing down on the handle, I turn, using my shoulder to hold the door open while I drag my suitcase into the room, fighting with its weight as the door closes, trapping it half way through.<\/p>\n

\u201cShit!\u201d<\/p>\n

Turning my head, I look over my shoulder and almost fall on my ass when my eyes find Dillon standing in the middle of the room, completely naked, with a pair of boxers in his hand. His once long hair now short and wet, and a tattoo I didn\u2019t know he had along his muscled ribs on his side.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, my God,\u201d I breathe, turning quickly while attempting to shove my suitcase back out of the room. I totally did not need to know Dillon looks hotter without clothes than what my mind had made up, and believe me\u2014my mind had unfortunately tormented me with thoughts of him naked many times.<\/p>\n

\u201cChrist, you\u2019re a mess,\u201d is muttered from behind me while a very strong arm wraps around my waist, lifting me off my feet, and my suitcase is tugged from my grasp. Before I know it, my suitcase and I are both in the room and the door closes with a soft hiss, trapping me inside.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease tell me you\u2019re not still naked,\u201d I whimper, squeezing my eyes closed, feeling his arm release me and his heat leave my back.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not naked.\u201d<\/p>\n

Opening my eyes, I close them again when I see he\u2019s only got on a pair of form-fitting black boxers and nothing else. \u201cPut some clothes on.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t tell me you\u2019ve never seen a naked man before.\u201d He chuckles, and the sound of his laughter makes my teeth grind and my hands drop to my sides.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want to see you naked.\u201d I glare at him while he buttons up a pair of dark slacks that fit him perfectly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou could have avoided all of this if you had knocked.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally?\u201d I raise a brow. \u201cYou could have \u2018avoided all this,\u2019\u201d I make air quotes, \u201cand gotten me a separate room.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey messed up the reservation.\u201d He shrugs like it\u2019s no big deal, and I feel my eyes narrow further.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou should have called to tell me that, so I could have\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou would have avoided coming,\u201d he cuts me off. \u201cIf you knew we were sharing a room, you would have found an excuse, and I need you with me this weekend.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever,\u201d I grumble, knowing he\u2019s right. I would have canceled the trip if I knew we were sharing a room, even knowing that being here is a great way to build connections with other dentists. Especially, if I want to open my own practice in the future. \u201cWe need to set a few ground rules.\u201d I cross my arms over my chest while I watch him walk across the room toward the bed near the window.<\/p>\n

\u201cLater.\u201d He picks up a dark-blue, almost black, dress shirt and starts to put it on, which is unfortunate, because now that I\u2019ve seen him shirtless, I\u2019m thinking he should never cover up again.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, now,\u201d I growl, annoyed with myself for being attracted to the dick.<\/p>\n

\u201cLater.\u201d He holds my glare. \u201cRight now, you need to get dressed. We have reservations in forty minutes.\u201d He takes a seat on the side of the bed and starts to put on his shoes.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d I look at the clock on the wall. It\u2019s after seven at night and I\u2019m exhausted. All I want to do is climb into bed, order room service, and watch some bad TV.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have a reservation in forty minutes,\u201d he repeats, then stands. \u201cThe restaurant is twenty minutes away, so you have twenty minutes to get ready, unless you want to wear that.\u201d He motions to my sweats, flip-flops, and hoodie. \u201cI suggest you change.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI hate you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you say,\u201d he says, just barely loud enough for me to hear, as he goes to the dresser, picking up his watch and putting it on.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did I do to deserve this?\u201d I shake my head, pulling out my hair tie and running my fingers through my knotted hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou may want to hurry.\u201d<\/p>\n

Holding his eyes for a minute, I give up my glare then drag my suitcase to the middle of the room and unzip it. After pulling out one of my favorite \u201cgoing out\u201d outfits along with my makeup bag, I go to the bathroom and try to slam the door closed, but it\u2019s on one of those thingies that prevents me from doing that, which pisses me off even more.<\/p>\n

\u201cStupid door. Stupid dick,\u201d I mutter once the door is closed, then get to work on making myself look halfway decent.<\/p>\n

Twenty minutes later, I look at my refection and lean forward, putting my face an inch from the mirror, and use my dark-red lipstick for the final touch on my dramatic makeup look. Since I didn\u2019t have time to do anything with my hair, I brushed it out and put it up in a bun on top of my head then pulled out a few pieces to frame my face. Looking at my now blonde hair, I smile. I wasn\u2019t sure I would like having blonde hair but Kim insisted it would look great on me, and she wasn\u2019t wrong. Standing back, I place my hands on my hips and take myself in. My black sleeveless-top, with triangles cut out of the center of the chest and sides, is sexy but classy, and my red skin-tight pencil skirt, with its slit up the thigh, shows off just enough skin to draw attention while leaving everything to the imagination.<\/p>\n

Slipping on my black, pointed-toe, four-inch pumps, I open the door to the bathroom, and mutter toward where I know Dillon is sitting, \u201cLet me just change my purse and we can go.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not wearing that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPardon?\u201d I ask, pausing in my squatted position in front of my open suitcase to look at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not wearing that outfit. Go change.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not changing.\u201d I stand, moving to the desk so I can transfer what I need from my bag to my clutch. Hearing no reply, my eyes move to where he\u2019s sitting on the edge of the bed, and I feel my skin warm up and butterflies take off in my stomach as our eyes lock and his darken.<\/p>\n

Licking my lips that have suddenly gone dry, his eyes drop to my mouth and his jaw clenches. \u201cI\u2019ll meet you downstairs.\u201d He stands abruptly and moves past me out the room quickly, letting the door close behind him with a swoosh without another word.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the fuck was that?\u201d I ask the door, gaining no reply\u2014not that I need one. I know exactly what that was; I just have no idea what to do with it. Dillon has always acted professional with me. There has never been a time that I\u2019ve seen him look at me like he\u2019s interested, but the look in his eyes a moment ago was primal and not one an engaged man should give another woman, or a boss should give his employee, ever.<\/p>\n

Shaking off the strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, I finish changing out my bag then leave the room and make my way through the casino and into the lobby. Not finding Dillon inside, I head outside to the area the cabs and limos pick up and drop off, and spot him standing with a group of people. I\u2019m not surprised he\u2019s surrounded by a gaggle of women and a couple of men. He tends to draw attention wherever he goes, and it\u2019s something else that annoys me. I hate being the center of attention, and I don\u2019t really like people who need it to feel important. Needing a minute to get my head together, I stop a few feet away and tuck my clutch under my arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere you going, gorgeous? \u2018Cause wherever it is, I\u2019m there,\u201d a drunk guy, who can\u2019t be much older than twenty-one, slurs, stumbling up to me. His clothes are rumpled, his hair in disarray, and if he wasn\u2019t such a mess, he\u2019d be cute. But sadly, sloppy drunk works for no one.<\/p>\n

Ignoring him, I untuck my purse, open it, and pull out my cell phone, knowing better than to engage with men like him in his current state.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo you\u2019re to good for me?\u201d he slurs, snatching my cell out of my hand, and my eyes fly up.<\/p>\n

\u201cGive me my phone,\u201d I say evenly, holding out my hand, and his eyes travel the length of me and his face scrunches up.<\/p>\n

\u201cHo here thinks she\u2019s too good for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMike, come on. Give her the phone and let\u2019s go,\u201d someone says off to the side, but I keep my eyes on Mike, with my palm out toward him. My dad insisted I take martial arts with Jax when I was little. I hated it; I wanted to be a ballerina, not a ninja, but he was adamant about me being able to protect myself. Over the years, the skills I learned back then have come in handy, like now, when all I really want to do is kick the crap out of Mike but know better. One of the first things I was forced to learn was control, to never lose my temper. The second thing I learned was to keep my eyes on my enemy at all times. I was never really good at either, but I still got a black belt in the end.<\/p>\n

\u201cMike,\u201d I say softly, taking a step toward him. \u201cI\u2019m going to ask you nicely, once, to give me my phone. If you don\u2019t, I swear to God I will unleash the Kraken, kick your ass in front of your friends, and send you home crying to your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n

Laughing, he looks around then his eyes widen as they move behind me. I really, really want to know what he\u2019s looking at, but I refuse to turn my head and give in.<\/p>\n

\u201cGive her the phone.\u201d The deep rumble of Dillon\u2019s voice sends a chill down my spine. I\u2019ve only heard him pissed a few times, and I know he\u2019s pissed right now without even looking at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026 I\u2026 w-was just playin\u2019 man,\u201d Mike stutters out, tossing my phone toward me. Missing my hands and causing my phone to crash to the ground, and my nostrils to flare as it shatters at my feet.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, shit. Oh, Christ. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d He drops to his knees and begins gathering the pieces of what used to be my phone then tries to get up, but falls face forward into my crotch, causing me to stumble back.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t believe this shit,\u201d Dillon grumbles, catching me before I fall, then tugs me out of the way as Mike\u2019s friends decide to finally step in and pick him up from the ground. \u201cYou had to wear that outfit.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can not be serious right now?\u201d I hiss, swinging my head back and finding him glaring down at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cDeadly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me go.\u201d I try to get free, but his hand on my waist tightens as his eyes leave mine. Swinging my head in the other direction, I find one of Mike\u2019s friends standing a few feet away with my phone, looking anywhere but at us, and Mike off to the side, puking in a trashcan.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me go,\u201d I repeat, and his arm tightens for a moment before he finally lets me loose. I really want to scream or throw a fit, but instead, I calmly take my clutch and open it, holding it out toward the guy and letting him dump the now useless pieces inside. \u201cYou need to get him some Gatorade and toast,\u201d I tell him, nodding toward Mike.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm, yeah sure. Than\u2026\u201d his words taper off, and the smile that was forming on his lips slides away as he looks over my shoulder. Rolling my eyes, I watch him turn quickly and go to Mike to help carry him away, feeling Dillon get close once more.<\/p>\n

\u201cLimo\u2019s waiting,\u201d he mutters, placing his hand against my lower back, making me tense.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not going.\u201d I try to step away, but his hand slides around my waist, bringing my side into his middle.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are,\u201d he growls, leaning forward, close\u2026 way too close.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine, you want me there? I\u2019ll go, but just so you know, I plan on getting completely wasted, so you have just become my chaperone for the evening.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not getting drunk.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWasted, not drunk. And you better make sure I don\u2019t do anything stupid.\u201d I pat his chest, ignoring his flashing eyes. With that, I step out of his grasp and start toward the line of limos then turn to look over my shoulder at him, realizing I have no clue which one to go to.<\/p>\n

Smirking, he crosses his arms over his chest and raises a brow. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, blondie? Confused?\u201d His mocking tone and the look of triumph in his eyes does it. I turn on my heels and head to one of the limos with the driver standing outside leaning against it. The moment the driver spots me coming in his direction, his back leaves the car and his eyes rake over me, making my teeth snap together.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I help you, Miss?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAshlyn Mayson, get your ass back here,\u201d Dillon snarls behind me, making my palm itch to smack him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, pumpkin. I thought you said this was our limo.\u201d I fake pout, turning to look at him and tossing my head to the side for good measure.<\/p>\n

\u201cChrist, you drive me fucking insane.\u201d He walks to where I\u2019m standing, tagging my hand, and then starts to drag me with him, grumbling under his breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know all I want in this whole wide world is to make you happy, pumpernickel,\u201d I whine, batting my lashes while watching his jaw tic.<\/p>\n

Leading me toward another limo with a driver holding the back door open, he growls, \u201cBehave.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI swear I\u2019ll be your good girl from now on if you don\u2019t spank me,\u201d I stage-whisper, and his hand spasms in mine as a smirk forms on his lips.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t behave, I\u2019ll bend you over and tan your ass right here.\u201d His words ring through my ears, making my insides liquid, and then I hear the sound of a male chuckle as I\u2019m gently forced into the back seat of the dark limo before I can reply.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re such a jerk,\u201d I hiss, adjusting my skirt as I move across the leather seats.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou started the show we put on. I just ended it,\u201d he mutters, sitting down across from me and unbuttoning his suit jacket.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou started it with the whole \u2018blondie\u2019 thing.\u201d I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan we not do this tonight? Can we get along for one damn evening?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou tell me. I\u2019m not the one who\u2019s bossy and annoying all the damn time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you\u2019re just crazy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCrazy?\u201d I snort, and his lips twitch ever so slightly. \u201cI\u2019m<\/i> not crazy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBabe, you told that kid you were going to unleash the Kraken on him then went on to tell his friends to get him Gatorade and toast. You\u2019re the definition of crazy.\u201d<\/p>\n

He may have a point, but instead of agreeing with him, I turn my head to look out the window and watch the city of Las Vegas slide by.<\/p>\n

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~*~*~<\/p>\n

\u201cTurn it off. Turn it off,\u201d I croon sleepily as my hand sweeps out in the direction of the noise blaring from the alarm, missing it over and over as the beeping continues to torture me.<\/p>\n

\u201cJesus, shut that shit off.\u201d An arm comes from around me, and silence fills the room as my body freezes and my eyes spring open, only to close again when the room spins.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, God, why are you in my bed?\u201d I hiss, trying to calm my stomach that feels like it\u2019s getting ready to empty.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re in my bed,\u201d Dillon grumbles, sliding his arm around my waist, pulling my ass back into the crook of his thighs.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy am I in your bed?\u201d I breathe as bits and pieces from last night flash through my mind, and none of them are good. None of them at all.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cYou wanted to cuddle.\u201d He buries his face in my neck then moves his hand up to cup my breast. I know I don\u2019t have any clothes on when I feel the hair from his thighs tickle mine and his finger runs over my nipple. Oh, God. A memory of me telling him we have so much in common while we both got naked for bed fills my mind, and then another one pops in and my hand flies up to my face.<\/p>\n

I force my eyes open, trying to focus, and see it there\u2014the small, plain, white-gold band from the memory of him sliding it on my finger.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe got married?\u201d I shout, pulling his hand from my breast.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe got married,\u201d he agrees, not sounding upset, but instead, almost proud.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh shit!<\/i>\u201d I fly out of the bed and trip over our clothes scattered across the floor, feeling him catch me right before I land on my face.<\/p>\n

\u201cAsh, calm down.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCalm down? Calm down?<\/i> Are you insane? We got married last night. Married, Dillon. I got married to a man who is engaged to another woman!\u201d I yell, then cover my mouth. \u201cOh, God, I\u2019m going to hell. I\u2019m so going to hell for this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not engaged,\u201d he says calmly, giving me a shake.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know your fianc\u00e9e!\u201d I screech, attempting to get away from him, only to have him hold me tighter.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not fucking with Isla. Now stop with the crazy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not with her?\u201d I stop, and he runs a hand through his hair.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d he states, holding my stare, and my body uncoils just slightly.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine, I\u2019m not going to hell.\u201d I move away from him and resume pacing. \u201cWe need to find an attorney. I saw loads of advertisements on the strip. We\u2019ll get one and get this taken care of. It\u2019s no big deal. People get married in Vegas everyday then get divorced. We will just be one of the ninety percent,\u201d I ramble while pacing.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are not getting an annulment.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnnulment, right.\u201d I snap my fingers. \u201cThat\u2019s even better. No one has to know about this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cListen to me.\u201d He grabs onto my shoulders, giving me a shake, and my eyes focus on his. \u201cWe are not getting an annulment, or divorced. We got married and are staying that way.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, God, you were drugged.\u201d I rest my hands against his chest and drop my voice, \u201cDon\u2019t worry. We\u2019ll go to the hospital and they\u2019ll give you something. Once you\u2019re better, this will all be taken care of.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJesus Christ.\u201d He rubs his hands down his face, tilting his head back to look toward the ceiling. \u201cI\u2019m married to a nut.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, that\u2019s not nice.\u201d I plant my hands on my hips. His head drops, his eyes scan the length of me, and I realize I\u2019m naked\u2026 that we\u2019re both completely naked. \u201cDillon.\u201d I take a step back when his eyes meet mine, and his arms swing toward me. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d I shriek, sidestepping him, only to stumble onto the bed, where I attempt to roll. But he flips me to my back, his giant body moving between my legs, and his hands pin my wrists to the mattress over my head. Panting, I look up into his beautiful blue eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are not getting a divorce,\u201d he snarls, leaning down so his face is mere centimeters from mine.<\/p>\n

\u201cBe rational.\u201d I lift my hips and my arms, trying to throw him off. \u201cYou\u2019re obviously on\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Before I can say more, his head descends and his mouth is covering mine, stealing my breath along with my soul. The feel of his lips, the taste of him on my tongue, ignites something deep inside of me, and I kiss him back with everything I am. Ripping my mouth from his, I pant, \u201cPlease let me go.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d The word sounds almost primal, and I lean up, placing my mouth back against his.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease, I want to touch you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Groaning, his hands release my wrists, and my palms fly to his chest and slide up and over his shoulders, pulling him closer to me as my legs wrap around the back of his thighs. He kisses me again, this time using his tongue and teeth to torture me in the most beautiful way possible.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow is it possible you taste as good as you look?\u201d he questions, pulling back, but I have no answer for him. He tastes amazing and having him covering me, his hardness pressing against my softness, is making my brain short-circuit. Palming my breast, he slides his thumb over my nipple, causing my hips to jerk forward. Rolling us again, he settles me on top of him, palms both my breasts, and then leans up, pulling my right nipple into his mouth, releasing it with a pop. \u201cWhen did you get these?\u201d he questions, flicking the tip with his tongue.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I was thirteen.\u201d I smile, and he smiles back then moves to my other breast, doing the same, only sucking harder, almost punishing.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen?\u201d he asks again, and I know he\u2019s asking about my nipple piercings. I got them with my cousin April a few years back. I wanted a piercing, but needed to be able to look professional to the outside world, so I got both my nipples done with simple, almost elegant-looking gold barbells.<\/p>\n

\u201cThree years ago,\u201d I breathe as he tweaks the tiny piece of metal.<\/p>\n

\u201cBefore me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d I try to focus, but every time he touches me, my body gets hotter and my focus depletes. Grabbing my hips, he tugs me forward, dragging my wet center along his length.<\/p>\n

\u201cSoaked.\u201d He nips my nipple then wraps his hand into the hair at the back of my head, taking control of my movements as he pulls my mouth to his and thrusts his tongue between my lips. Lost in his kiss and the feel of him between my legs, so close to where I need and want him, I squeak when he flips us over and slides down my body, not giving me a chance to think as his mouth covers me.<\/p>\n

\u201cDillon.\u201d My hands move through his hair and my hips lift off the bed, offering myself up to him without thinking about anything but the way his tongue, lips, and teeth feel as he fucks me with his mouth. \u201cOh, God. Oh, God, I\u2019m going to come,\u201d I pant, feeling my toes curl into the bedding and my hands grip his hair. The touch of his finger rimming just the inside of my entrance sends me over, shouting his name as I go.<\/p>\n

Feeling him kiss my inner thigh then my belly, over my breasts then shoulder, I come back to myself lazily.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me you want me.\u201d Looking into my eyes while his hand moves between my legs and his fingers slide though my folds, I know I\u2019ll give him anything. \u201cTell me you want me as badly as I want you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI want you,\u201d I hiss, feeling the very large head of his cock at my entrance, and then watch his eyes drop between us before my eyes do the same, and I know I need to tell him. \u201cI\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Oh, God, too late\u2026 way too late. I bite my lip as he fills me, stretching me.<\/p>\n

\u201cTight, so goddamn tight.\u201d He pushes in farther and his jaw clenches.<\/p>\n

\u201cHold on. Please, hold on,\u201d I breathe, and his body stills above me as his eyes search mine.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI just need a minute.\u201d I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling like an idiot.<\/p>\n

\u201cBaby.\u201d His fingers slide along my jaw and cheekbone, into my hair. \u201cDo you want to stop?\u201d he asks gently, making tears sting my nose.<\/p>\n

\u201cGod, no.\u201d He feels good, so good. But he\u2019s huge, way bigger than any of my toys. \u201cYou\u2019re just big. So big.\u201d I wiggle my hips and he hisses out a breath, grabbing my waist.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t say that shit when I\u2019m inside of you,\u201d he groans, dropping his forehead to mine.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have to tell you something, but please don\u2019t be mad.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cChrist, what now?\u201d He pulls back, gritting his teeth.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop being a jerk and let me talk.\u201d I smack his shoulder and he looks down at me, thrusting in another inch.<\/p>\n

\u201cNever mind. I don\u2019t want to know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d I moan, wrapping my legs around his hips as he slides in a little more.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf it\u2019s going to piss me off, I don\u2019t want to know.\u201d He slides out then back in, and my back arches off the bed as his thick cock fills every inch of me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re such a dick!\u201d I cry out as he tosses my leg over his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrust.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t give a fuck about that either.\u201d He drops his mouth, covering mine and stealing my reply\u2014not that I have time to think about that as his mouth leisurely travels down my neck to my breast, which he pulls and sucks until I\u2019m once again shouting his name and hearing mine groaned from his lips as we both come.<\/p>\n

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About the Author<\/strong><\/h4>\n

\"aurora<\/p>\n

Aurora Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who’s husband served in the United States Navy. She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her Husband and pet fish. She’s married to an alpha male that loves her as much as the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she appreciates everyday and admires it’s beauty.<\/span><\/p>\n

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