Things got less dark after that.Although it took me awhile to recover.Connor knew he’d frightened me a little, and so he spent the rest of the time regaling me with stories about playing pranks on schoolmates at boarding school… and bizarre tales of business deals gone wrong… and funny bits about how much Sebastian hated Connor’s family, and all the snide remarks he would make when he talked to them. Eventually the wine took over and put everything into a nice, soft haze… and the food overwhelmed me with the sheer sensual delight of it all. And I forgot about the creepy family history.For a while, anyway.We finished dinner – all sixteen courses – around 11PM. I swear I almost asked the restaurant staff to cart me out in a wheelbarrow. As we walked out into the lobby, Connor did the worst thing he could have possibly done under the circumstances.“So… want to go back to the hotel and have crazy sex?” he whispered in my ear.“UGH. NO,” I said, not wanting to admit that I felt abou
He bent down to my mouth, his lips warm and forceful.I opened my own lips to let him in.I could feel the heat of his body against mine in the cold night air as he kissed me passionately. His wild enthusiasm from a moment ago became feverish motion as his hands roamed over my body.I draped my arms around his neck and pulled him deeper into me.His hands cupped my ass, ran up the red dress, caressed the bare skin of my back. Then I felt one hand circle around to the front of my body and softly move over my breast, feeling its weight in his palm.And I felt something else stir below his waist.I pressed my body against his hips and thighs, felt the delicious weight and size of it as it grew by the second. I dropped my left hand from around his neck and let one finger trace its way down his shirt – over his firm chest, down the ridges of his abs, and to the front of his pants, where I let my palm gently cup the thickness under the cloth. I stroked him, back and forth, slowly, sensuousl
We drove back in silence – at least at first – with Connor holding my hand.I just reclined in the leather seat, feeling wonderful and flushed and completely happy as I stared out the window. This time, though, I wasn’t looking at the sky; I was watching the dimly lit desert landscape as it rolled by in the starlight.“You know,” I said, “it’s kind of ironic that you took me out to see the future site of the largest solar energy installation in the world… in a Lamborghini.”He laughed. “I thought about getting a Tesla.”“That would have been more apropos.”“Yes, it would have. But there aren’t many charging stations between LA and Vegas, and the ones that exist are pretty damn slow. But… I’ll fix that.”“You really think you can do it?”“What, put in high-speed charging stations between here and Las Vegas?”I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”He gave me a little half-grin. “Change the world.”“Yeah.”“Yes I do, or I wouldn’t attempt it.”I thought carefully about what I was goin
We got back to the hotel long after 2AM. Connor opened the door slowly, scanning for any angry Asian bodyguards – but the penthouse was dark, and Johnny was apparently sound asleep in his room.We tiptoed into the master bedroom and closed the door.“I need to take a shower,” I said. I had a thin layer of dust and fine grit over my skin and hair, and there was no way I was getting into bed like that.I peeled off my dress and bra. The panties, as far as I knew, were still in Connor’s pocket.He watched me as I undressed.I enjoyed feeling his eyes roving over me.“I’ll join you,” he whispered when I was finished.I looked back at him and smiled. “Fine by me.”While Connor undressed, I went into the bathroom. There were a number of small candles on the counters; I decided to light them rather than turn on the bright overhead lights.And… y’know… just in case.There was a light tap at the door.“Come in,” I whispered.The door opened, and he walked in.Totally naked.I caught my breath.
He didn’t let me get away with it for long, though.I was about ten feet away from the bed when he came racing out and almost tackled me from behind, his wet, powerful body smacking hard against my back. I half-shrieked, half-laughed as his arms wrapped around me and pressed me hard against him.“That wasn’t very nice,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear.I tilted my head up and turned it towards him.He kissed me hungrily as his hands founds my breasts and fondled them, hot and wet in his hands.I broke off the kiss this time. “How do you want me to make it up to you?” I asked innocently, batting my eyes.“I can think of a few ways,” he whispered, then turned me around so we faced each other. Then he grabbed my ass and began kissing me fervently again.I ran my hands over the wet skin of his back, and felt his throbbing shaft – slick from my own mouth – slide across my belly.Then he pulled back, and I swear he would have twirled his mustache if he had one.“…I know,” he whispered.Uh
I don’t remember much after that.In fact, I don’t remember much of anything until I woke up the next morning.The room was dim, but light was glowing through the curtained windows.I remembered Connor making love to me… …an amazing orgasm as I stared up at the stars……and an even hotter orgasm doing something really, really naughty.Maybe it was time for round three.I rolled over and reached for Connor.He wasn’t there.His side of the bed was empty, just rumpled sheets and a pulled-back comforter.But there was a note.Lily,Sorry, had to go tip over the first domino.Johnny’s with me, so you’re on your own.Order some room service – and DON’T PAY FOR IT. Put it on the room tab.Give me a call as soon as you read this.ConnorHe left his cell number at the bottom of the sheet of paper.The first domino…?Then I remembered what he had said the night before:All the pieces are already in place. It’s just a matter of tipping over the first domino.I grinned… and then lay back in bed,
Okay, mope time over.After I had my little freak-out over an ATM receipt, I decided I was going to celebrate.Not, like, celebrate the way Connor did, with sixteen-course meals and surf-n-turf room service.Just lunch. A nice lunch and a glass of wine. I’m a sensible girl (usually), and contemplating a year of financial freedom had made me want to keep it.Mmm… maybe two glasses of wine.I found a nice little restaurant by the crazy indoor canal that ran through the Venetian’s shopping area. It was late enough after the lunch crowd that there was plenty of seating, so they put me by the wrought-iron railing so I could watch the gondolas go by. Guys wearing white-and-black-striped shirts with little red scarves pushed the boats along with poles. Meanwhile, the people inside the gondolas filmed the whole thing with their iPhones. Or smooched. Or filmed themselves with their iPhones as they smooched.It looked like fun. I wondered if Connor would do something so ‘Vegas-y.’Probably not.
“You think you’re soooo funny,” I griped as I buckled the seatbelt.“I know I’m so funny,” he grinned, then glanced over at me. “But I’d like to pick up where that phone call left off.”“Ohhhh no. And where’s Johnny?!”“Ditched him again.”“Why?!”“I told you. Booty call.”“You are not getting any of this booty, not after your bad behavior.”“I think you like my bad behavior.”“No.”Yes.He slid one hand over to my exposed thigh and softly caressed it. “I think you do.”“No.”Yes yes yesHis fingers curled around my leg. The tip of one finger slowly stroked the inside of my thigh, light and soft as a feather. “I think you’re lying.”“No.”Yes I am keep doing that keep doing that –The tip of his finger slowly, slowly made its way between my legs… touched my drenched panties… and began to stroke my clit through the wet cloth. Softly… just making light circles…He never took his eyes off the road.I moaned and gripped the hand rest on the door like I was on a rollercoaster.“You’re a ba