***

“That chap is becoming tiresome. Doesn’t speak a word of English. Don’t know what Pix sees in him.” Nigel puffed around a fat cigar, a drink in one hand and his eyes roaming over the semiclad ass of the cocktail waitress who walked by.

Trevor raised a brow. “Really?”

“Can you believe your mother and I are getting married again?” Nigel nudged Trevor’s ribs. “She was always the love of my life, you know.”

“Did your four other wives know that?” Trevor let the waitress take his drink and refused a refill. He had to drive home since Simmons was escorting the women tonight.

“I fooled myself into thinking I was content. But it was all an illusion.”

Trevor glanced at the roulette wheel. Paolo lost another bet. He watched as the younger man mopped his brow, then Trevor glanced at his father. “Your cock didn’t seem to notice the difference.”

“My heart did, Trev.” Nigel patted his chest.

“Unless you want Pix and the Italian Stallion to become your physical dependents, I’d stop him from placing another bet if I were you. This asshole is running through Pixie’s money like he inherited it himself.”

Nigel sighed. “Oh, bugger.” He walked to the table and grabbed Paolo by the shoulder.

Trevor rolled his eyes. How much longer until he could go home? He liked his home. It was comfortable there, cozy. And the thought of Allie in bed had him smiling. He loved sleeping with her. With her back to his chest, she’d curl up like a sleepy cat, press that tight ass against his cock. He sighed and looked at his watch.

Paolo and Nigel threaded their way over to him. Nigel tipped his head at the younger man. “Lost a barrelful, this one.”

Paolo plunked down on a stool, propped his elbows on the bar, and buried his head in his hands. Then his head popped up. “Pix, will, how you say, kill my body.” He slid his thumb across his throat.

“We’ve all lost our shirt a time or two, mate. And better she chop off your big head than your little one.” Nigel slapped him on the back.

“I say we call it a night,” Trevor said.

Nigel frowned. “It’s not even midnight, Trev. What’s say we go to see some tatas? Yeah?” Nigel cupped his hands in front of his chest for Paolo. “Tatas. Tits. Breasts.”

Paolo’s face lit up. “Sí, tette.”

“Yeah, see, Trev?” He pointed his cigar at Paolo.

“Take a cab.” He started to walk off, only to have Nigel pull his sleeve. Trevor looked down at his father’s hand and scowled. “Let go of me, old man.”

Nigel clenched his jaw. “I told you not to call me old man.”

“If the two of you tossers want to ogle topless women, fine, but I’m going home.”

“Ah, I see what this is about.” Nigel grinned and nodded. “You miss Allison. Granted, she is a lovely girl. Cheers, Trev. Very pleased for you.”

Paolo’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Tette?”

“Hold your horses,” Nigel said.

Trevor jerked his arm from his father’s grasp. “I don’t know what you’re on about.”

“You and Allison, Son. You’ve finally got hit by Cupid’s arrow, eh? Love is a beautiful thing.”

Trevor’s face became void of emotion. “I’m leaving.” He strode out of the bar, through the casino. The laughter, chatter, and sounds of slot machines faded into the background. Nigel was clearly a mental case. Trevor wasn’t in love with Allie. He didn’t believe in it—silly, sloppy emotion. Just another word for wanting to shag someone. And that’s what he wanted to do with her, shag. That was all. She was just a girl, really. A beautiful girl with an amazing smile and a spectacular pair of tette, but just a girl.

He rubbed his chest as he stalked out of the casino. He didn’t love Allie. Period.

Chapter 20

Allie kicked off her shoes and made her way up the stairs. Tonight had been exhausting. Mags was a handful, but add Pixie into the mix, and they became unhinged. Karen was a quiet, dark cloud who would have cast a pall over the evening if Mags and Pix hadn’t been so enamored of their waiter—a young student named Matt. They fawned over him, quizzed him about his girlfriends, and Pix groped his ass. The sake had gone straight to her libido. Paolo had better be up for the challenge.

Allie went to her own room first, a little disappointed that Trevor wasn’t already naked and in bed, waiting for her. She tugged off her dress and slipped into a sexy nightgown and robe before she headed to Trevor’s room.

When she heard the shower running, she stepped into the bathroom. A wet room with no doors, her view was unhampered. He stood facing her, his head tossed back, his eyes closed as streams of water ran over his broad shoulders, down his muscled chest to his lean hips. His legs stood slightly apart, his cock jutted out, long and hard. Allie grew damp and aroused just watching him.

His gray eyes popped open. Her heart thundered at the sight of naked, beautiful Trevor.

“Come here.” He held out his hand to her.

Entranced, she untied the knot on her robe and slipped it off. Her nipples hardened as his eyes raked her body. Slowly, she brushed the straps from her lacy nightgown down her shoulders and let it flutter to the floor.

Trevor’s chest heaved as he took her in, his gaze lingering on her breasts. His stormy gray eyes traveled to her face. “Allison.” His voice, deeper and huskier than usual, shot a bolt of desire right through her.

Without hesitating one more second, she walked toward him. He scooped her up, pressing her back against the wall, and kissed her. The warm cascade of water hit her from all sides, and soon she was slick with it.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Allie kissed him back, bit his lip, sucked his tongue, thrust her own in his mouth as she grabbed a handful of his sopping hair. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. His eyelashes, even darker when wet, spiked together and framed his fierce eyes.

“I don’t love you,” he said through clenched teeth. “Do you understand? I don’t love anyone.” He thrust inside her, hot and hard. His fingers dug into her hips as he ground himself into her. “Allison, oh God, Allison.” With each thrust, he chanted in her ear.

Allie buried her face in his neck, her tears mingling with the water.

***

She awoke in his bed the next morning. She knew without having to look that he was gone. After his declaration of unlove, he’d finished inside her. It was the first time they hadn’t used a condom. Then, carefully, as if she might break with the slightest pressure, he dried her off and carried her to bed. Not a word was spoken between them as he curled his body around hers, one hand holding her breast, his leg thrown possessively over her own.

He didn’t speak in the middle of the night when he stroked her body to orgasm before sliding into her. Nor earlier in the morning, when he woke her by flipping her over and burying himself inside her as he leisurely fucked her senseless.

Now she lay in sheets that smelled like him, a clean, crisp scent that made her grab his pillow and inhale deeply. When she realized how pathetic she was, she tossed the pillow aside and sat up.

Plunging her hands through her long, still-damp tangles of hair, she sighed. He didn’t love her. Why did he say it? Did he suspect her feelings? Had she revealed herself somehow? Oh God, how humiliating.

With a hurting heart, she climbed out of bed. Her nightgown and robe had been folded on the small bench at the end of Trevor’s carved bed. She quickly dressed and went to her room to take a shower.

Allie stepped into the en suite, and as she shrugged out of the robe and nightgown, the outer door clicked. With a towel clutched to her chest, she poked her head out of the bathroom. Trevor stood, dressed in a dark, expensive suit, a bright blue tie perfectly knotted at his throat. Hands thrust in his pockets, he leaned his back against the door.