His eyes flash when they meet mine, and the closest thing to an electrical current I can imagine runs up my spine. I’m his. He doesn’t know it. He can never know it. I even wish it weren’t true, because there’s no way this will end well. In spite of that, I would do anything he asked right now. Absolutely anything.
“Let me show you,” he answers, and lets his body do all the talking as he holds me tight, pressing his hand into my lower back and forcing our bodies together. I wind my arms around his neck to support myself and let him lead me as we begin swaying back and forth, our hips rocking in time.
He lowers his head until his mouth skims over my shoulder, then up my throat. The pressure from his lips is so slight, it might just as well not be there at all. Maybe I’m imagining it because that’s what I wish he would do. I wish he would kiss me. And not just for show, the way he is now. I tilt my head back to get a look at him and one corner of his mouth quirks up in a sexy smirk.
Daring me? Maybe.
I press my face to the side of his neck when his hand slides down my back and just barely grazes the top of my butt. We never agreed to anything like this but it’s all so good, so right. I wouldn’t stop him for anything in the world. I can feel his pulse throbbing in his neck, just under my lips, and I want to sweep my tongue over that spot.
The urge to do so is almost impossible to fight, especially with the buzzing, tingling feeling between my legs getting stronger every time our bodies rub against each other. I’m breathless, dizzy, holding on for dear life now, as he controls our motion. A bead of sweat rolls down his neck and disappears under his shirt collar and oh, God—I want to lick it off. I have to squeeze my eyes shut to block it out.
But there’s no blocking out the touch of his hands on me, my dress sliding over my skin until I’m so completely lost in sensation I don’t ever want to be found. When I dare open my eyes again, he’s looking down at me and our mouths are only inches from each other as we’re both breathing hard and heavy— oh, yes, I’m lost. Falling. Wanting to fall even further…
The song is over. So is our dance. He steps back, breaking the spell. Probably for the best.
I need another drink. He takes my hand and we walk towards the bar where he gets us a drink. I drink mine like it is water.
Brock’s eyes widen.
“Can I have another?”
Without a word, he turns to orders another one.
I look around and to my surprise, my gaze gets entangled by Charlotte. We stare at each other. I just can’t look away from the hate in her eyes. Then someone calls to her and she tears her eyes away from mine.
Wow! What the hell?
“Are you all right?” Brock asks, handing me my drink.
I can feel the heat from the alcohol and the sexual tension throbbing in my veins. Screw it! I’ll give her something to be really jealous about. I take his hand and pull him towards the gardens. Outside the night is balmy. I run my hand over the nape of my neck. It is already damp.
“So…what are we doing out here, Dani?” Brock’s voice is soft, his huge hand on my waist.
God, what would it be like to be on my back in his bed? I squeeze my thighs together as I remember how thick and long his erection was pressed into my belly. It’s enough to soak my panties. I’m on fire—for the taste of Brock.
I turn around to face him. I don’t know what I’m doing. I just feel this crazy heat inside me, between my legs. I know I shouldn’t, but hell—this is Vegas. “Let’s pretend to make out in that shed there.”
His eyebrows almost disappear into his hairline.
No, I’m not the sane Dani I’ve known all my life. This Dani is fierce and powerful and knows exactly how to get what she wants. I’ll give him something to remember me for when he thinks he still wants her. I tell myself this, but I know it’s a lie. I want this for myself. This is for me to remember for when this weekend is over.
Chapter 27
Brock
I let her drag me to the little shed where children play in the daytime. She pushes open the yellow and blue door then bending her head, she enters. I follow her willingly. Inside, it’s no bigger than a sauna room and almost as hot. It is lit only by the light filtering in through the two little windows. There’s mud on the floor. Basically, it’s hot and dirty, and fucking perfect.
I’m as horny as fuck. I’ve never felt this kind of raw lust before.
There is a bench along one wall. She pushes me towards it and kneels in front of me. Moisture pools under my arms, and a bead of sweat rolls down my back. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine we would be back in a schoolyard scenario. I stare at her in amazement. Her pupils are dilated and her skin glistens with sweat. The smell of her perfume mingles with the smell of earth and makes her seem darkly sensual. She has no notion of how incredibly sexy she looks crouched between my legs.
My cock is so hard the ache almost makes me double over. “What do you want?” I ask her.
Her little tongue comes out and licks at her lips. “I want to suck you.”
Shit, I’ve never been so turned on by a woman saying that to me. Keeping eye contact with her, I undo my belt and trousers.
When I free my cock, her gaze slides down. Her breath catches when she sees my dick. She licks her lips again. As if she can’t wait to taste it. “Oh, my,” she whispers.
“Yeah.”
She brushes her fingers along my jaw and rests them on my lips.
I love the sensation of her soft skin. I curl my tongue around her fingers and suck them into my mouth. Her skin smells clean and fresh.
She watches me, mesmerized. Then she leans into me and lets her forehead touch mine. Her fingers slip out of my mouth. Her lips touch mine as I pull her to me and wrap my strength around her. My kiss is bruising and my tongue unapologetic, as it thrusts into her mouth.
She tastes of whiskey, ginger and something that is uniquely her. The taste of her drives me wild. Enveloped in my heat, she surrenders her mouth beautifully, welcoming my savagery. She’s mine and I want all of her. I savor the sense of power I get from her total submission.
I’m addicted to her. I know that now.
I hold her in place while my palms skim her curves. She moans into my mouth and I squeeze her hips. She slides her palms over my shirt and I deepen the kiss even more. My lips roam along her smooth jaw before dipping down to her throat. I can’t help it. My teeth clamp down on the base of her neck. She whimpers and a bolt of energy shoots to my cock. I know I wanted to take it easy with her, but fuck…
I pull away from her.
She’s panting and her eyes are burning with need.
With a groan, I touch her face. Her skin feels hot and satiny. “Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?’
“No, but I want to make you moan my name,” she whispers.
She is unbelievable.
I pull down the zipper of her dress and push aside the material. It is one of those dresses with an inbuilt bra. Her ripe full breasts spill out. Oh, fuck! I dip my head and take one rosy nipple between my lips. I suck it hard and her hips buck restlessly.
“Oh Brock,” she groans, her chest heaving. Her head drops back exposing her creamy throat and breasts to me. I growl at the sight. With the last grip on my sanity gone, I lose track of everything but the swollen nipple in my mouth. Clinging to me, she moans sweetly as I carry on sucking. With my eyes, my fingers, my tongue and my body I tell her that she is mine. That I will explore her body to my heart’s content.
I suck on her neck and she lets me. We both know there will be a mark there tomorrow to tell everyone that she is mine.
She pulls away suddenly and dips her head down. Using both her hands, she clasps the base of my cock firmly. I feel her hot breath before the silky wetness of her mouth envelops me. I revel in the warmth and sweetness of her mouth, as she eases the head of my cock between her plump lips, and slides her tongue along my burning skin making me cry out. When she sucks my dick all the way in it bumps the bac
k of her throat, she eases up a little to keep from gagging. But Goddamn, she dives right back down.
I’m never letting her go anywhere again. She is mine now.
“Yes. Right there, baby,” I encourage.
She sinks down further than before, until I feel my cock head stroke her throat. She pulls up again, and I feel her relax her muscles before she glides down again. She gets a little further down.
I savor every second, every sensation.
I know she’s not going to get all of me in, but damn I love that she is trying so hard. Still sucking my shaft, she cups my balls in one hand, rolling and firmly stroking them. My heart is pounding and my cock pulses hard. I’m dying to come, but I don’t want this to be over yet. Hell, not ever.
My hips buck, and she lets me thrust into her mouth and throat. Her eyes roll up to find me watching as I fuck her mouth.
Whoa. I lose it then. I can’t take anymore.
“I’m gonna come…” I warn, so she can remove her mouth if she doesn’t want me to come in it.
Looking up at me she carries on sucking, up and down the length of me. She wants me to come in her mouth. The knowledge wipes out the last of my control. I rear back and she sinks down one last time, taking me deep inside her throat.
Roaring her name, I reach out and pinch her swollen nipples as the first spurts of my cum coat her tongue. While I shoot the rest of my release, her eyes never leave me. My thrusts slow, then still, and she swallows it all, every last drop. I marvel at how beautiful she looks with my cock buried in her face. I never want this moment to end.
She carries on sucking gently.
God, I love this woman.
I reach out to gently stroke her cheek. It gleams with a sheen of sweat. “Now it’s your turn. But we’re not doing it here.”
I withdraw my cock from her mouth and zip myself back in. Then I help her dress.
Chapter 28
Dani
I bend my head and come out of the children’s playhouse. I think I’m in shock. I have never done anything like that before. But something about Brock just makes me do these crazy things. Ever since I met him, I’ve been doing all these weird things that are totally unlike me. Now, all I can think of is getting to our suite and having my turn. Letting those big hands of his spread me open and taking that massive cock deep inside me.
He appears next to me, his face flushed and his eyes glittering.
I bite my lip. “Do we look like we…did it?”
He doesn’t laugh. “Why should we? We haven’t done it yet.”
We walk quickly hand in hand through the grassy area and enter the huge room once again. The party is in full swing.
As we are about to exit the room, Charlotte calls to us, “Hey, wait up.”
Both of us stop and turn around.
She comes up to us laughing. “Where do you two think you’re escaping to?”
“I have a headache. I’m just going upstairs to lie down for a bit.” See what I mean about me doing all kinds of crazy things ever since I met Brock. I’m not a fan of liars, but that lie just tripped off my tongue.
She rearranges her face into one of empathy and pity. The fake bitch. “Oh no, I’m so sorry. You’re going to miss a great party.”
“Yeah, I guess, I will. Sorry.”
“Nevermind.” She grabs my wrist. “At least have a chocolate before you go. They’ve been specially flown in from Paris just for our engagement. I swear, it would have been cheaper to give out gold to our guests.” She smiles and holds out a box. “Aren’t they gorgeous?”
The chocolates do look very fancy with an entwined C and T on them.
“Go on, take one,” she urges.
I pick one and pop it into my mouth. It’s good. Very good. The truffle center melts on my tongue.
She offers the tray to Brock.
He shakes his head. “Thanks, but I’m not in the mood for chocolate right now. I better get Dani back to bed. Don’t want her headache to get any worse.”
“All right then. Run along both of you. See you both tomorrow. Good night.”
I turn to Brock, surprised. “That was very civil of her.”
“Yes, I thought so too.” He presses the button on the elevator panel and turns to me. “Jesus, I can’t wait to get you back to our suite.”
With a smile, I get into the elevator. Two women come in behind us. They get off at the second floor. I smile wickedly at Brock and he slides his arm around my back. I look up into his blue, blue eyes as his head starts to descent.
At that moment, I feel an itch on my on the inside of my knee. “Hang on,” I whisper and bend to scratch it. I lift my head and the area feels hot and itchy again. For a second, I think I must have stepped on some poison Ivy or something in the garden, and then I feel an itch on my stomach and I know. Oh, shit.
“What’s the matter?” Brocks asks with a frown.
“Strawberries. I’ve eaten strawberries.”
“How?” he asks, horrified.
I don’t even have to think. “It must have been the chocolates.”
“What?”
“Charlotte must have swiped the chocolates with a piece of strawberry or something.”
Fury replaces the lust I’ve seen all evening in his eyes. “Do you have the necessary medication?” he asks urgently.
“No, I didn’t bring my antihistamines.”
“Damn that bitch,” he swears under his breath.
“It might not be her.”
“Of course, it’s her,” he says, his jaw clenched tight.
“Well, we can’t prove it anyway.”
The doors open. He lets us into our suite.
By now, I am full on scratching at my skin. He rushes to the phone and orders a doctor to come immediately, and asks him to bring an allergy kit with him.
For the next twenty minutes I clench my hands into fists to stop myself from scratching, and Brock paces the floor like a caged panther until the doctor arrives. He gives me a injection and makes me better almost immediately, but by then neither of us are in the mood.
I just feel tired and grubby and Brock is just tight-lipped with fury. I say goodnight and close my bedroom door.
After a cool shower, I turn up the air-conditioning. Cold air always helps. My skin is full of red patches. I apply the soothing aloe vera gel to all the angry red patches on my body. By tomorrow, I know I will be fine again.
Then I go to stand at the window and look down.
The strip is so beautiful. Sparkling. I wonder how many people are down there, wagering everything they have. Or just living it up, having the time of their lives. Or getting married. So many people with their stories and the things that matter to them.
And me, watching from my window. Alone in my room. My extremely extravagant, elegant, comfortable room. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I feel like a queen up here, looking down on my subjects while wrapped in the plush bathrobe included with the suite.
How many people have worn this robe? And were they as mixed-up as I am?
There were no more dances after that first one, which is a good thing. Maybe instead of being angry with Charlotte I should be grateful. Maybe it is better this way. I drank too much alcohol and it went to my head. It’s a good thing I didn’t sleep with him.
My mind starts playing out the evening. Going back over all the crazy minutes, the looks, the little touches and caresses, what we did in the children’s playhouse. It’s almost enough to make me angry with myself.
“Cut it out,” I hiss, shaking my head.
As I stand there shivering in the cold air, one thing is clear. I’m only making things harder for myself. It’s easy for him. It’s all a sham, a game, and nothing more. Sure, he’ll have to get over Charlotte. I can’t imagine that taking much longer, especially once she’s married and he’s seen it happen with his own two eyes and that’s the end of that.
I, on the other hand, will have to nurse this lust or whatever it is for a long time. The m
emories of his hands on me, his cock in my mouth, will pop up at the worst moments. Like tonight, while I’m trying to sleep.
While he sleeps in his own room, nursing a heartache of his own.
For Charlotte.
Chapter 29
Dani
If he’s heartbroken, he’s hiding it well. After checking that there is no lasting damage from last night’s strawberry fiasco, Brock is all sunshine and smiles.
“Come on. Mark tells me the slots pay out like crazy,” Brock says as we leave the suite, full of energy.
“You clearly slept well last night,” I observe with a wry grin.
“Like a baby,” he confirms. “You?”
“I wish I could say the same.” The last time I checked the clock, it was after five. No matter how long I waited with my eyes closed, I couldn’t fall asleep. Not with Brock’s face swimming around in my head, not with the scent of him still alive in my memory.
He frowns deeply. “I thought you said you were okay?”
“I am. It wasn’t anything to do with the allergy. I guess I’m just not used to drinking.”
“You only had three.”
“Which is two more than I’m used to having before going to bed.” I shrug. I wish he would let it go. I should’ve told him I never slept so well in my entire life. He doesn’t need to know the truth.
“I’ll keep that in mind from now on. You don’t sleep well after having a few drinks.”
I look up at him as we walk through the courtyard which leads to the adjoining casino. “You won’t have to keep it in mind for much longer.”
“Careful when you say things like that,” he warns. “We’re engaged, remember?”
“Of course, of course.” I roll my eyes when he’s not looking. It’s impossible not to get a little annoyed with him when he says things like that. I’m glad he still thinks this is all a game, but it isn’t for me. That’s not his fault, but I can’t help the way I feel either. I need to keep in mind that I’m doing this for the money.
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