(Chris) VI: What Happens in Vegas... (Chris) I've never changed my mind about a chick before. Strange thing is, I'm pretty damned close by the time our plane lands, and she's snoozing next to me, my dick throbbing each time I look up and down her curves. I can't believe she's a goddamned virgin. Or my stepsis. Why is fate such a miserable, cruel bitch? Maybe it doesn't matter. By the time the plane touches down on the runway and she's rubbing her eyes, I've got my hand on hers, squeezing it, warming her, offering her...I'm not sure what. If she was any other conquest, I'd have already had her all over my dick. Instead, Delia's a landmine, and one wrong misstep will blow my entire world apart, making her collateral damage too. I don't know what the fuck is going to happen between us in sin city. I'm going to find out. “We're here, baby. Stop sleeping through your fun.” She gives me a shy, way-too-fuckable smile. Christ, those lips. They're dangerous competitors with her ass, everything I can't stop imagining under me.
