Welcome to Mount Olympus, Sin City’s most opulent casino resort. Here you will be served the finest food, the most decadent wines, and every desire you crave. All provided for you by Dion Eliades, owner. And just like most things in Las Vegas, there is more to Mount Olympus and Dion than meets the eye. After a thousand years, Dion, the Greek god of wine and merriment, is tired of playing human and wants to go home to Greece. That is, until he lays eyes on Sadie Flynn. Thanks to Madame Evangeline and 1Night Stand, this god is in for an adventure the likes of which he has never experienced. But only if Sadie agrees to bet on a god.
“Are you going to dance with me?”
“You’re doing a great job without me. Maybe I’ll just watch.” He smiled.
“Oh no, you don’t.” She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him in close, brushing against him. Succumbing to her spell, he slid his arms around her waist, resting his palms on the small of her back. He urged her even closer until they touched, chest to chest, hips to hips.
She moved with him. He pressed against her, letting her feel his need for her. She gasped at the contact, her mouth parting slightly. Her gaze darted to his face.
“You can’t rub your gorgeous body on mine and not expect a reaction, agapi mou.” He leaned down and licked the soft skin of her neck. She shivered.
“What does that mean?”
“It is Greek for ‘my love.’”
“So, I take it you’re Greek.”
He leaned in and nuzzled her ear, inhaling the sweet scent of her. The rapid flutter of her heart, and the rush of her breath all told him how much she wanted him.
“Yes, I am full-blooded Greek. Born just outside of Athens.” He nibbled on her earlobe then ran his tongue along the delicate whorl of her ear. She shivered again.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to seduce you.” He skimmed kisses along her jawline.