Last Virgin In Vegas

By Tina Holland

Every man dreams of two women in his bed, right?

So why does Lance Lott’s life seem less than perfect, since he and his long-time girlfriend Sydney slept with Gwen McIver?

Lance can’t stop obsessing about Gwen and he’s trying to get a new casino project off the ground. Things wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t have to deal with his former-showgirl turned match-making mother – who is screaming for him to give up his architecture business and become a magician.

What’s an architect to do when all he has designs on is his lover’s best friend?

Contemporary romance author Tina Holland delivers a passionate love story in Book 2 of her Starving Artist series.

*Not intended for readers under the age of 18.
*Previously Published: (2007) Liquid Silver Books

Starving Artist series by Tina Holland
1. The Pilot and the Pin-up
2. Last Virgin in Vegas

• Language: English
• Publisher: Book Boutiques
• Release date: Mar 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781949797572

Tina Holland

Tina Holland is a romance author who was born in Frankfurt, Germany and is now settled in the Red River Valley of North Dakota. She enjoys writing Romance, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, and Paranormal. Her work has been nominated for Best Erotic Romance by Love Romance Cafe and “Sexing up the Spy” was an EPPIE Finalist. You may contact Tina via her website: www.tinaholland.com

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Last Virgin in Vegas

Starving Artist, Book #2

Tina Holland

Published 2020 by Book Boutiques.

ISBN: 978-1-949797-57-2

Copyright © 2020, Tina Holland.

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Blurb

Every man dreams of two women in his bed, right? So why does Lance Lott’s life seem less than perfect, since he and his long-time girlfriend Sydney slept with Gwen McIver?

Lance can’t stop obsessing about Gwen and he’s trying to get a new casino project off the ground. Things wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t have to deal with his former-showgirl turned match-making mother – who is screaming for him to give up his architecture business and become a magician. What’s an architect to do when all he has designs on is his lover’s best friend?

Previously Published

(2007) Liquid Silver Books

Acknowledgements

Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs, Tibbs Design

Prologue

Lance lay back, enjoying the view of Sydney, his lover of the last five years, and Gwen, her best friend. They knelt on either side of him, lips touching as they caressed each other’s breasts. GOD, Gwen had marvelous breasts. The twin orbs were round, and firm and Lance wished he were fondling them. Her nipples, a light mocha color, contrasted nicely with her fiery red hair. He never thought his sexual fantasies would come true in a hotel room, let alone the honeymoon suite of one of Miami’s premier hotels. He never could’ve predicted what Sydney had in store.

He continued watching in earnest, enjoying the scene playing out before him, patiently waited his turn. Sydney reached down and caressed his shaft, and the glide of her silky fingers was almost his undoing.

Gwen leaned over and kissed him, and her lips tasted of the cherries she’d eaten earlier at the bar. She had sucked each one into her luscious mouth, and then tied the stems into knots with her magical tongue. His cock bucked in response to the memory. Now her tongue probed his mouth, driving him mad. He ran his fingers through her soft, strawberry-colored hair. He loved strawberries, especially in chocolate. A chain reaction formed in his mind, and he pulled away to suck on her mocha nipple. As if anticipating his needs, Gwen shifted her weight to one arm and leaned in to accept Sydney’s kiss. Lance took the dusky tip into his watering mouth. He suckled on it until the bud hardened between his lips. He grazed the nipple with his teeth. He hadn’t anticipated his reaction. He knew he would enjoy it, but to be overwhelmed by this beautiful stranger was beyond comprehension.

His mind vaguely registered Sydney riding him, but was intently focused on Gwen at the moment. On her scent, her taste, the absolute satin of her breast. He felt a pulsing around his cock, then Sydney collapsed onto his chest. She looked beautiful, but he was far from ready to release.

Gwen looked at Sydney with a grin. Are you done, sweetie?

Sydney rolled off him, her alabaster skin glowing against the salmon-pink sheets. Yep, he’s all yours.

Are you sure?

I’m off to the shower. Sydney rose from the four-poster bed and padded across the lush carpet floor. She turned to look at him; if he wasn’t mistaken, his girl was still turned on. Sydney simply blew a kiss at him before closing the door.

He shifted his attention back to Gwen. She was Sydney’s exact opposite. Where Sydney was short, Gwen was tall. Sydney was reserved. Gwen was open, sharing everything, with a no-holds-barred attitude. She had no qualms about who she was or where she came from. It was an attractive quality.

Lance heard the shower and had a hard time envisioning Sydney’s naked form beneath the spray. He was too engrossed by his present lover, anticipating what this Amazon would do to him. His gaze dropped from her emerald eyes to her breasts. Then his eyes roved lower to the chestnut curls beneath her smooth stomach.

While the cat’s away… Gwen trailed her fingers along his chest.

I think you may be the cat in this particular scenario, he spoke thickly.

Well, let’s find out, tiger. Gwen bent forward, pressing her breasts against his chest. Her nipples stroked his skin. Lance swore they marked his flesh; he felt the rock-like points acutely. Her lips pressed against his.

Hmm, she pulled away, just like candy.

Gwen trailed her tongue along his neck and down, circling his nipples before biting them to hardness.

He groaned.

Too much for you? she teased.

Of course not, he breathed raggedly.

Gwen smiled and continued her exploration of his body.

As her head dipped toward his groin, Lance inhaled sharply. Would she? He hoped so; it was the one thing Sydney rarely did. When Gwen’s lips wrapped around his erect rod, Lance had to fight for control. Her tongue swirled around like a twister before it reached the tip, which she sucked. Hard.

Gwen, I can’t. He was on the edge.

She gave him the okay signal with her hand and nodded.

Lance threw his head back into the pillows and thrust his hips aggressively into her sweet mouth. Abandoning himself to pleasure, he cried out.

Gwen pulled herself up along the length of his body to rest beside him, grinning like a satisfied cat.

Sorry, he said, astonished by this impulsive woman and the response she’d elicited.

It’s fine. She ran her fingers up and down his drained form.

No, it’s not. His voice was unyielding, absolute. He rose to his elbow, facing her, and then moved his other arm beneath to support her. She would need it for what he had in mind. Lance lifted her chin and kissed her lips. He moved his hand down her neck to her breasts, lifted them, enjoying their texture and weight. Lance continued along the path of pleasure, skimming over her stomach and exploring lower. He ran his hand through her dark red curls. Lovely.

Hmm, Gwen moaned, opening her legs wider.

Lance cupped her mound while dipping his index finger into her wet pussy.

Gwen gasped.

I bet you taste sweet down here, too. he whispered between kisses.

She didn’t answer, instead moving to meet his hand in response.

Lance eased another finger in.

Gwen clutched his shoulders.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her hard clit.

She squeaked.

You like that?

Oh, yes, she panted.

Lance dipped his fingers in and out of her tender flesh, occasionally bringing his thumb to meet them, her natural lubricant allowing it to slide with ease over her aroused nub.

He continued kissing her, delving his tongue in and out of her mouth in time with his stirring manipulations. He was hard again, but wanted to feel her orgasm.

Gwen’s hands wrapped around his neck, her fingers gripping his hair tightly. She moved her hips to meet his fingers, and he could feel her getting closer and closer as she pushed up against his hand.

Ohhhhh, she cried.

Lance held tight as she came on his fingers and quivered in his arms. He slowed his rhythm until she relaxed in his arms. He’d never felt so in control or needed by someone.

Wow. She looked up at him, her eyes slightly glazed.

No kidding. Lance moved to mount her. His delayed gratification was intolerable, and it was something he meant to remedy immediately.

I’m glad to see you two are enjoying yourselves, a voice chimed in behind them.

They looked at Sydney in bewilderment and he realized the moment was lost.

Sydney smiled openly at both. Lance’s heart sank as his sense of loyalty came forward. How could he have forgotten about her? It didn’t matter that he lusted after Gwen; his heart should