Healing In Vegas
A Hot Vegas Nights Novel
by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle
Genre: Erotic Romance
Topher must prove himself.
Issy must forgive herself.
In Topher’s past, he had one thing on his mind, have a good time. His laid-back reckless lifestyle had no consequence until he lost the people most important to him. His family legacy is at risk, but his old ways prove hard to give up.
Issy last boyfriend lavish all his attention . . .on everyone else but her. And he called her selfish. Issy hasn’t focused on herself in a long time. A weekend in Vegas is what she needs to step out of her comfort zone and put herself first. But how far is she willing to go.
Topher and Issy are both on a new life path, but their encounter in Vegas may put both their futures in jeopardy or will it lead to a happily ever after.
Get ready for Hot Vegas Nights!
A small knock at the door made my heart stop.
The door opened.
“Good evening, Isabella.” I expected a Hispanic accent. He sounded like a dude from California. His voice was tentative but deep and sexy. “Are you comfortable?”
“Excuse me.” He had come closer.
“Call me Issy.” I lifted my head a little. “Yes. I’m comfortable.”
He touched my shoulder. I flinched.
“Sorry.” My heart wouldn’t stop racing. “I’m just a little nervous.”
“First time getting a massage?” He chuckled. His laugh washed over me like a warm bath. “Nothing to be nervous about.”
I sighed and settled in further.
“We go at your pace,” he whispered near the back of my neck.
I held in a groan as his breath sent a pleasurable chill down my spine. He laid his hand in the center of my back, firmly, pushing me it to the table. It grounded me and helped with my nerves. This man had skills.
He slid his hand up my spine and down over my right shoulder. His soft skin caressed my left tricep before kneading my forearm and grabbing my closed fist.
“But, first, you need to relax.” He pried my hands open and slid his fingers between mine. “Let it all go.” He took in a deep breath, and I followed. We exhaled together. The intimate gesture made my toes curl. I wiggled the fingers of my other hand and willed myself to relax.
We took another tandem breath and my entire body melted into the table.
His presence was in tune with me. I felt him moving around the table. I jumped a little when his voice came from above me. My eyes were covered, but my hearing intensified. The sound entering my ears made a direct journey through my system to my pussy. I discreetly rubbed my legs together.
At this point, my whole body was on fire.
He worked on both legs again but concentrated on the quads and finished with another foot massage. The world was fuzzy around the edges. I fell into a bliss I’d never experienced. It was what I needed. To be touched by a man and it was sensual and sexy, but it didn’t have to be about sex. I could get sex. Alana was right. I needed someone to pay attention to me and Guierrmo did as promised.
I sighed and tried to enjoy the peace in my brain.
It had been a long time since I felt any type of peace and I welcomed it.
Then it stopped.
Guierrmo’s hands left my body, and I missed them.
I gripped the table beneath me.
“How do you feel?” he whispered near my left ear.
“That was amazing.” My voice cracked.
“I’m glad you enjoyed.” He moved to my right ear.
His voice surrounded me and made me tingle all over. But he didn’t touch me. Were we done? I didn’t want him to stop. In Guierrmo’s detailed instructions, it didn’t go into what happened next.
“Please wait and relax here for a moment. I’ll wash my hands and grab you some water. You can continue to relax in the bedroom while I clean up in here.” He touched my foot and his presence was gone.
I bit my lip and pushed the mask off my eyes. I lifted my head and watched him disappear into the bedroom. I heard the bathroom water run minutes later.
I heard his footsteps coming back. I lay back down and replaced the mask.
“Be careful when sitting up.” He laid something across my thighs.
“I’ll step outside to give you some privacy. It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Uhm, Issy.” He was at the foot of the bed. “Please take your time getting up.”
Getting up. No. I didn’t want to get up. I wanted him to lie down with me. Over me even better.
“We’re done.” I sat up, holding the sheet over my chest. “I . . .” The door closed before I had a chance to finish.
Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is a Contemporary Romance writer, a voracious reader, tattoo lover, and movie fanatic who hails from Texas.
After surviving 5 1/2 years living in China, she had the courage to finally pursue her passion and become a writer.
She identifies the sci-fi action flick “The Matrix” as the best representation of her life in the past. She is now blessed to be awake and doing what she loves.
She can recite the entire script from the 80’s teen comedy/drama “The Breakfast Club” and loves any and everything associated with the Avengers Movie, especially Tony Stark.
When it comes to books, Sydney reads different genres, but some of her favorite writers are Stephen King, Xyla Turner, J.A Huss, Kaia Bennett, & Emily Bronte. Under the Dome, The Great Gatsby & Wuthering Heights are her favorite books.
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