“What happens in Vegasstaysin Vegas?” I grin at him.
“It can be.” He shrugs.
“Good, because right now, I’m going to need you to come into this room with me. We’re going to get naked and you’re going to show me what those big hands of yours can do to my body, and I’m really hoping that other saying abouthow big hands mean big dicksis really true too.”
Sammie chuckles. “How much have you had to drink?”
“I’m not drunk. I stopped at two cocktails and switched to mocktails because I didn’t want to risk not remembering my last night with Alice before she becomes barefoot and pregnant and tied to her kitchen sink.”
“You really have a warped view on marriage.” He chuckles again.
“Good thing I’m asking you for one night and not a lifetime commitment then, huh? One unforgettable night in Vegas that stays in Vegas.”
I’ve never been shy about asking for what I want. I don’t see the point of beating around the bush and risking not getting things. And right now, I want this man naked and buried balls-deep inside me.
“You sure you’re not drunk?” he repeats.
“You want to do a sobriety test on me?” I quirk an eyebrow.
“I did have to pull you down off a bar ten minutes ago,” he says.
“I don’t need to be drunk to get up on a bar and dance.” I laugh. “It’s called having fun. Ever heard of it?”
“I tend to do other things for fun.” He shrugs and holds the door open. His palm returns to my lower back as he guides me into the room, the door closing behind us. Guess this is him taking me up on myone night in Vegasoffer.
I do a mental fist-pump in my head but try to keep my face neutral. I don’t want him to know just how much I want him. I can’t even remember a time I’ve wanted anyone like this. I can feel the wetness on my upper thighs. The lace panties doing absolutely nothing to stop my pussy from weeping down my legs.
I go to walk farther into the room when Sammie spins me around, pushing me back against the door. His lips slam down onto mine. One large hand wraps around the bottom of my jaw, tilting my head up and giving him better access to my mouth as his tongue plunges in.
I let out a moan as my knees literally buckle. Shit.
I pull him closer to me. Not that there is any space between us. I just have this insane need to be closer to him.
Sammie moves his hands to my ass, gripping each globe. He growls into my mouth, and then I’m being lifted off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he pushes my back hard against the wall. That’s not the hardness I’m focused on, though. No, it’s the thing he’s pressing against my vagina.
“Holy shit.” I pull away from his mouth, my fingers tangled in his hair.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re hard everywhere.” I smile. “Like, wow.” I grind myself against his dick.
“I’ve been hard since I saw you up on that bar,” he admits.
“It’s because you could see my horseshoe, isn’t it?”
“No.” He chuckles.
“Does this place have a bed?”
Sammie presses his mouth back against mine, and then we’re moving. I’m clinging to him so tight I’m surprised he hasn’t stopped to let me down. My ankles hook together behind him, giving me the leverage to be able to lift my body up and down while rubbing myself against his crotch.
“Fuck!” he hisses out. His movements stop, and he reaches behind to my legs, drawing them apart. “Stand up.”
I drop my feet to the ground, letting go of him completely.
“Turn around,” he instructs.
I raise a brow. “You’re kind of bossy.”
