“Yeah, it ain’t bad,” I agreed, dropping my bag on the floor.

She took off into the bedroom. “Wow!” she called out.

I heard another door swing open and grinned when she exclaimed, “Holy shit! There are separate bathrooms in the bathroom!”

Totally worth it.

The penthouse would’ve rendered her speechless, and I liked hearing how much I could impress her.

My woman skipped out of the bedroom and over to the massive window to check out the view. Her face was alight, blazing with excitement. Just so fuckin’ radiant, it made the air in my lungs freeze.

How in the hell did I get so lucky?

“Hey,” I said softly, trying to fuckin’ breathe around her beauty.

She turned those big green eyes and dynamite smile on me, full blast. My nuts went insta-tight, and my dick roared to life.

“Yeah?”

Fuck me, she was so hot. I totally spaced for a moment there, forgetting what I was supposed to tell her.

“Phil?”

Clearing my throat, I said, “I booked us for a couple’s massage at one o’clock. Ninety minutes. Then, you’re gettin’ a facial and all sorts of other shit while me and the guys have a meetin’. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. That sounds great.”

As I held up my arms, she practically ran at me, throwing herself into my embrace. She was just too fuckin’ cute for my own good. I was simply overjoyed at having her with me, being my other half, my only love. She was all I’d ever need.

“Wanna have some sex?” I asked.

“Hell yeah.”

That’s my Baby Girl.

Ninety minutes of torture—that was what I’d booked for us. Well, Kenna seemed to be really enjoying the treatment, being felt up by a cute little Asian woman of indeterminate age. Seriously, the woman was somewhere between twenty and fifty. All the while, Helga from Sweden had been giving me a fuckin’ beatdown. The beast woman I had gotten was trying to massage my bones, foregoing any sort of warm-up. Helga didn’t believe in such nonsense apparently.

My six-foot-seven, twenty-eight-year-old grown ass was trying not to cry. Seriously, my fuckin’ eyes were watering.

Kenna sighed, and I raised my head to get a look at her. Helga grabbed the back of my head with one of her bear paws and shoved my face back down into the doughnut hole.

Afterward, they left us alone in the room to find our bearings. Kenna was all loosey-goosey, sitting up and stretching. The towel around her fell, so her titties were just out there for me to see. What a powerful sight they were, too. All my soreness forgotten, I sprang off the bed and tackled her flat.

“Phil!” she squealed. “Inappropriate!”

Completely ignoring her ass, I held her down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. They were my titties. I could do with them what I wanted, damn it.

“Stop it!” she hissed, but her fingers slipped into my hair and pulled me closer.

I went for the other one, and my Baby Girl let me.

“Bend over the bench—”

“The hell I will!” she snapped.

I loved it when she got riled up.

“Come on, it’ll be all sorts of inappropriate fun. I’ll be quick. I promise.”

She snorted. “Right, because that’s incentive.”

“I can take my time, too, but I figured you’d appreciate a quickie, considerin’ we’re in an inappropriate settin’—”

“Phil! I swear to the gods—”

I gave her my dimples, and she stared at me and stopped fighting.

Grinding my dick in between her legs, I pressed my luck. “Come on, Kenna Baby. Just bend over—”

“No. I don’t want the Essence of Phil dripping out of me while I’m having a spa treatment.”

Sighing, I settled for kissing her until she was grinning instead.

“Shit, how am I supposed to walk out of here in this state?” I asked her, getting up and indicating toward my ridiculous hard-on.

Little shit busted out laughing.

“Hush, Baby Girl.”

With her hand on my chest, she pushed me up against the door, dropped to her knees, tugged off my towel, and swallowed me down.

“Oh…fuuuck…” I moaned, my fingers stabbing through her hair.

She looked up at me—so fuckin’ hot when she does that—and winked. Then, she started playing with her tits with both hands, giving me a fuckin’ show.

“You little slut.”

She nodded her head while giving me a pair of innocent eyes, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

“You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”

Again, she nodded with my dick jammed deep in her throat. She slid a hand up my inner thigh and gently stroked and pulled on my balls. My head dropped back, banging against the door.

“Everyt’ing okay in t’ere?” Helga called out from the other side.

“Fuck yeah, it is!” I called back.

Moaning, I earned a sweet pinch from my Baby Girl on my inner thigh.

“Fuck, do that again.” Mmm…yeah. Love that pain.

Tingles shot down my spine, hitting my tailbone, zipping to the tip of my dick. My balls were fuckin’ singing, getting tighter. I could’ve busted out in soprano right then.

“Baby, I’m gonna blow…”

That was all she needed. She pushed her face straight up into my pubes and let me come down her throat. Shutting my eyes, I bit my lip and screamed behind my teeth.

Fuckin’ bliss.

Helping her to her feet, I gave my Baby Girl a kiss. I didn’t give a shit that she’d just swallowed my load. My woman got a fuckin’ kiss after giving me that sort of lovin’.

“That inappropriate behavior earned you an ass-whoopin’ later, babe,” she said in her throaty deep voice.

Fuck, if my dick didn’t like hearing that.

Shit, what sort of voodoo is in this woman that has me getting hard right after I blew my load?

Slightly weak in the knees, I watched her head over to the hook rack where her robe was hanging. Plucking it off, she pulled her arms through, tying the belt ’round her waist. Just that simple, ordinary act was so fuckin’ sexy. Smiling, she took mine off the hook and handed it to me. I took the robe and her hand holdin’ it, and I pulled her into my arms.

Looking down into her gem-colored eyes, I told her with all my heart, “I fuckin’ love you, Kenna.”

Grinning, she said, “I fuckin’ love you, too, Phil.”

Kenna headed off for the rest of her spa day, and I went to the changing room to get dressed for the band meeting in Jason and Sheri’s suite.

After the concert, we were planning on staying in Vegas until the thirty-first. Then, we’d be heading home, and we’d start writing. We wanted to get the ball rolling on producing more bands under our label. There were a few bands that we liked the sound of. Being as they were out of state, we’d have to be really sure of their shit before we moved them to NOLA for recording.

“What’s up, man?” X said, hanging out by the door to Jace and Sheri’s room.

“Nothin’ really. Just got a fuckin’ beatdown from Helga.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. If you book massages with Alys, ask for the little Asian woman. Give Alys Helga the Brute.”

“Will do. Well…let’s get this over with then.” He knocked on the door.

Sheri answered, looking stressed out. Even her curly white-blonde hair looked harassed, Afroing all over her head.

“You all right, Sher-Bear?” I asked.

“Yeah, come on in.”

It was a typical meeting, nothing out of the ordinary, except for news of a hurricane passing over Southern Florida and hitting the Gulf.

“I’m in touch with Siggie, you guys. The storm is strengthening quickly, and it’s a monster in size. What should be moved in case it hits land?” asked Sheri.

“What category is it?” asked Flipper.

“It was a one when it hit Florida, but something about warm Gulf water is making it pick up in intensity.”