Vegas Surrender

Vegas Surrender

by

Sasha Peterson

Smashwords Ebook Edition

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Vegas Surrender

Copyright © 2013 by Sasha
Peterson

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Dear Reader,

Thank you so much for your support. I
chose Sasha Peterson as a pseudonym for this piece because it’s a
lot spicier and explores a different subject matter than my other
novels. In other words I didn’t want to shock my followers too
much.

Please enjoy Jennifer and Daniel’s
story as much as I did in writing them. Love knows no
bounds.

Sasha Peterson

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Other Books by this
Author’s Alter Ego

The Missing Piece~Joanna A.
Haze

Training Session: Soldiers
in Heat~Joanna A. Haze

Desert Love: Soldiers in
Heat~Joanna A. Haze

Fateful Reunion: Joanna A.
Haze

PWP Romance

Just because you’re married
doesn’t mean you have to be boring.

Jennifer loved Daniel from the moment
she cut him off in traffic, but after three years of marriage,
their sex life has gotten predictable, bordering on nonexistent due
to their hectic work schedules and no to mention Jennifer is tired
of being overlooked by other woman when it pertains to her husband.
Desperate to get their marriage back on track, Jennifer and Daniel
head to Vegas for a much needed vacation and sexual healing. What
they didn’t anticipate is a dark-haired green-eyed vixen trying to
butt in and destroy their marriage.

Vegas Surrender is a saucy romance that
explores what lengths a couple is willing to go to make their
marriage work. *Warning: Very sensual sex scenes.*

Vegas Surrender

Sasha Peterson

Chapter One

I took a deep breath and leaned back into the
stiff leather of my airplane seat. My husband, Daniel sat to my
left and already drifted off. One last gaze out the window, I gave
a silent goodbye to the city that never sleeps and watched it
disappear as the plane got farther away on its route to our home in
Atlanta.

Daniel adjusted his head, resting it on my
shoulder. I was tired but couldn’t sleep.
Did this week just
happen?

My thoughts went back the second day we arrived
in Las Vegas.

“
Jen, are you ready to go?” Daniel
asked for the third time.

I finished applying my lip gloss and came out
of the bathroom. “Yes.”

“
You look amazing.”

I did a twirl, allowing his hazel eyes to roam
my body, giving him the full effect. My freshly done long curls
hung back off my face and cascaded across my shoulders and down my
back. A form-fitting black halter top dress hugged my curves, and
four-inch gold-wedged heels matched my newly purchased purse.
Because of the early summer, my caramel skin had already turned
bronze from the sun. I only made up my eyes and applied a dash of
color to my lips.

“
Not so bad yourself.”

Daniel’s wardrobe was simple. When not in a
business suit, he wore jeans and a collared shirt, but he made
dressing down look good. The shirt gave me a view of the asset I
loved most on my husband—his arms. Daniel worked out regularly, and
he was rock solid all over. His muscular build gave him the
appearance of a man well over six feet tall even though he was
actually five eight, only two inches taller than me.

I looped my arm through his, and we headed out
the door. As we made our way to the elevator and down to the lobby,
I marveled at the décor of the Venetian. The architect didn’t hold
back their talent when tasked to turn the hotel into Italy. The
brochure we looked at when making our decision on where to stay
didn’t misrepresent the place. “Romance of Italy” is
right.

Romance was the reason we were even in Vegas in
the first place. We needed to put a spark back into our
relationship, more so our sex life. After three years of marriage,
something was missing. We’d fallen into a routine. With both of us
advancing in our careers, Daniel an executive board consultant for
a group of companies and I a financial consultant, spontaneity had
fallen by the wayside. We had plenty of sex, but sometimes we’re
too tired to really get into it. Robotic was more like
it.

We continued making our way through the lobby
and to the Bouchon restaurant. We only stopped to eat for my sake.
But, Daniel being the man he is, he didn’t pass up a meal. He
devoured his New York Strip in less than three bites while I tried
to savior my lamb. He was ready to go and I knew it but ordered
another blue martini anyway. I needed to relax before going to our
next destination. We’d spotted the place while walking down the
strip the night before.

Putting Daniel out of his misery, I gulped my
drink down. He paid the tab and almost dragged me out the chair in
his haste. Once outside, he hailed a cab instead of making me walk
to the far end of the strip again. The day prior, I still had on my
flats from the plane ride, but today, I wanted to look cute and
opted for heels. There was no way my feet could’ve survived the
journey.

In less than ten minutes, we stood in front of
the Red Door. From the outside, the club looked less than
spectacular. In fact, I frowned when I first looked at the outside
door. It was black. Then once we walked in, I could see another
door. This one was red.

My nerves kicked in, just as they had the
previous day, this time for a different reason. We weren’t going to
remain as spectators.

Daniel held my hand and guided me into the
unknown. A woman in a booth waited on us. The glass divider she
slid open reminded me of a doctor’s office. In essence, I guess she
was the receptionist.

“
Back again I see.” She gave us a
warming smiling.

“
Yes.” Daniel flashed a grin at
her.

“
It’ll be sixty for the both of
you.”

Daniel flipped out his wallet and paid the
fee.

With a loud click, the red door opened granting
us access. Daniel put his wallet away, placed his hand on the small
of my back, and ushered me inside. Even though it was only eight,
the place was already packed. People mingled about at the many
bars, in the lounge area, or on the dance floor. He led us to an
empty spot at the bar and pulled out a chair for me to sit. Before
long, I had another blue martini in my hand and he a glass of peach
cream on the rocks. Like me, Daniel wasn’t a beer drinker and
preferred the smooth taste of good liquor.

My gaze wandered to the individuals in the
room. An underground life unfolded in front of me. They looked
nothing like those in the clubs I’d experienced back home. These
people looked to be all business professionals or models. The women
were gorgeous. Even the plus-size ladies gave the women in Atlanta
a run for their money. They kept themselves up well. No t-shirt and
stretch pants in this place. They were dressed to impress. The men
all wore slacks and dress shirts or jeans and collared shirts just
like my husband.

“
You want another?” Daniel patted
my hand.

My gaze went from a beautiful redhead tossing
her head back as she laughed, surrounded by a group of men, to my
glass. I didn’t realize I’d finished my drink but apparently from
the empty container and buzz setting in, I had. “Yes.”

This time, we didn’t stay at the bar with our
drinks and spectate. We headed to the dance floor. A ledge along
the back wall allowed for drink placement. I took a sip and set my
drink next to Daniel’s then placed a napkin on top of both of our
glasses. I turned toward the dance floor. My husband was already
into the music, his body swaying to the fast-paced beat. He wasn’t
the best of dancers but worked well with in his two-step
limitation. I glided closer to him and moved my body along with his
to the music. Daniel spun me around so my back was to his chest. I
looked in the dance floor mirror and caught a reflection of us.
“Ebony and Ivory” but really more like “Caramel and Vanilla.” I
wasn’t dark enough to be considered ebony, but Daniel was
definitely white. Without a sun-kissed tan, his skin almost
resembled milk in the winter months.

His brown curly hair matched his newly grown
beard perfectly. No longer the well put together businessman, he
looked more on the rugged side. I was instantly turned on from the
change.

He whirled me back around, and we continued
dancing. A group of ladies joined us and made him the center of
their attention, one a brunette with a dark tan, the other a red
head and their friend a blonde. I didn’t mind. It made Daniel blush
a bit, but he clearly enjoyed the attention. My eyes stayed in the
mirror and on Daniel as he tried to keep up with the tall blonde of
the group while I stepped back to the wall and took a sip off my
drink.

“
Came back for more?”

I hadn’t noticed the dark-haired one approach.
Startled, I almost choked on my drink. “Yes, why not?” I tried to
stifle a cough. She was taller than I thought. We both had on
heels, but she was taller than me without them.

“
I’m glad you did. I spotted you
guys yesterday. You’re very pretty.” Her piercing green eyes slowly
scanned my body.

A sense of being exposed swept over me. I
murmured, “Thanks,” and finished off the rest of my cocktail. I set
the empty glass on the ledge and joined Daniel to save him from the
other women. After that last drink, I felt in tune with the music.
I backed my butt all up on Daniel and dropped it down to the
floor.

As I rose up, his breath tickled my neck. “Wow,
what’s gotten into you?”

“
It’s Vegas, baby!” I shouted back
and kept on dancing.

I ground my backside into his and enjoyed the
rise of his manhood. Others did the same with their dance partners.
Compared to them, I was much more subtle. Some women were outright
massaging the men through their pants. Watching them excited me.
Heat seeped between the creases of my legs.

“
Let’s go upstairs,” I whispered in
his ear.

Smiling, Daniel nodded. I had read his mind.
The private rooms were shown to us on a tour the day before. My
husband grabbed my hand and guided me to a room directly in the
center. Inside sat a gray leather massage table. I wasn’t sure if
it was the one he had in mind, but several others were already
taken.

We stepped inside, and he pulled me into his
arms for a sensual kiss. I loved Daniel’s kisses. His tongue did a
slow dance in my mouth before deepening. A tingling sensation crept
down my spine, something I hadn’t felt in a while. As our tongues
intertwined, his hands eased down the zipper on my top. He slowly
pulled the small metal piece down, and my dress floated to the
floor. His lips moved from my mouth, to my neck, and then to my
breasts. He toyed with them one by one as he licked his way to my
thighs.