The forbidden fruit was always the sweetest.
Savannah James is a known sex blogger under the pseudonym Aura Sky, dishing out sex advice and test-driving sex toys. When she spies on her roommate’s brother and his girlfriend having sex, and blogs about it, she opened up Pandora’s Box.
Blake Hutchinson loved three things: sex, women, and cars – and not necessarily in that order. When he and his girlfriend decided to role-play one night, Blake could’ve sworn he felt another set of eyes watching from afar and enjoying the action herself. When a coworker talks about the hot sex blogger speaking about her recent voyeurism experiment, Blake discovers Savannah’s secret identity – and is determined to get to know more about her.
Fast cars, mechanical bulls, and more sex toys than a girl can imagine make up this short and sexy summer read by bestselling author Vera Roberts.
Savannah was surprised at the diversity of the club and how it really wasn’t what it appeared to be. Here she thought she was about to become a viral sensation because she knocked out Becky with the Cell Phone Calling the Police on Black People Who Just Want to Live when really, Savannah didn’t have to worry about any of that.
Once again, she misread Blake. Once again, he silently proved a point to her regardless of her feelings.
Savannah quickly flagged down a waitress and ordered one of the strongest drinks she could think of – Adios, Motherfucker! She needed to get wasted and drink Blake out of her mind. The trip hadn’t been a disaster but she wasn’t about to run any victory laps.
They still had a flight home the following evening. It was about to be a long 24 hours.
“Did I piss you off?” Blake turned towards her. “I’m getting a chilly reception from you that’s colder than a diss record.”
“I just…” Savannah thanked the server as she brought over her drink. She quickly finished it and Blake’s eyes widened. “…let’s dance!”
Blake followed a buzzed (he thought?) and kinda weird (he knew for certain) Savannah onto the dance floor, where they grinded against the heavy bass line of G-Eazy’s “Drop.” Savannah turned around and shook her ass against his crotch before she stood up and licked her lips.
Blake blinked once and then twice as he tried to keep up with Savannah’s newfound…sexuality, the thought? He knew it was the alcohol talking and that she wasn’t being this expressive on her sobriety. But when she hooked her leg around his waist and ground harder into him, Blake temporarily forgot he was trying to be her voice of reason.
He really just wanted to bend her over and fuck the soul out of her.
They danced to another trap song before the DJ interrupted the patrons. “We are now taking contestants for our bull-riding contest! If you want to show your stuff, sign up at the DJ booth!”
“That’s me!” Savannah pulled away from Blake and headed over to the DJ booth, where she signed up.
Blake stood in the middle of the dance floor and just stared at his date. There was a connection they both felt, yet she was trying her best to fight it. Maybe he should just let her go since it was clear she didn’t want him. He didn’t want to waste her time so maybe it was for the best.
He gathered by the large circle and stood outside of it as he awaited Savannah’s turn. The other girls were hot, drunken messes who only did it so it was something to boast about on their various Instagram pages. He received no fulfillment out of watching them.
Savannah, however, he paid close attention. He wanted to know if she would be like her predecessors or if she could ride a bull. He briefly wondered how she would ride him.
Blake shook his head to relieve it of such nasty thoughts. Savannah didn’t want him, no matter how much her eyes and body responded differently. He couldn’t change her mind on that and Blake was pretty sure he didn’t want to try just to be rejected. They would be friends and that’s it.
Even he couldn’t buy what he thought.
“Next up,” The DJ announced, “is Savannah!”
Blake stood to attention as he watched Savannah climb the bull and be strapped in. Snoh Aalegra’s “Walls” filled the speakers and the singer’s smoky, seductive voice traveled throughout the floor. The bull started slowly and Savannah rode her body along with it, feeling the motion of the device.
One hand was free, while the other tightly held onto the rope. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be lost into another dimension, somewhere far that wasn’t Las Vegas. Another plateau of freedom and ecstasy.
All Blake could focus was Savannah. He no longer heard the whoops and hollers from the surrounding crowd or the snarky comments from the other women regarding Savannah’s size and her thick thighs.
All Blake saw, all he wanted was her. He imagined himself as that mechanical bull, Savannah’s thick thighs cradling his as she took his cock over and over. He imagined curled toes, hands gripping the sheets, and moans from both of them as sex filled the air.
As the song neared the halfway point, Savannah stayed on the bull, impressing everyone despite at how fast it went. She was a pro at riding and Blake felt a bit more energized by her performance. He was going to give it another shot. He would be damned if he was leaving Las Vegas without Savannah as his woman, his lover. He wanted her in his life and that was that.
He was going to prove it to her that night.
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