“Thanks. Kiss the kiddo for me. We’ll see you on Thursday — and keep your mouth shut until then. Please.”
“My lips are sealed. See you then.”
“Bye.”
I hang up and drop the phone into my jacket pocket as I stand. There’s still plenty of time until tonight’s festivities but I’m more than a little excited to prepare for it.
I flick off my lamp and head for the door.
Wait…
I turn quickly and march back to my desk, gripping the top drawer and pulling it open. I reach for the metal handcuffs stashed inside and slide them into my pocket, along with a pair of keys.
Can’t forget these.
I exit my office and close the door behind me.
It’s a standard, quiet Tuesday afternoon in September at the Botsford Plaza. Soon, a little life will breathe through the lobby as dusk settles and the city lights burn on but for now, I easily step out from the back hallway and walk around to the outer section of the front desk.
Rian looks up from his computer. “Good afternoon, sir.” He smirks. “Checking in?”
“Yes,” I answer as I withdraw my wallet.
I lay down a credit card and he swipes it off the desk.
“Will you be needing one key or two?” he asks.
“One, please,” I answer.
“Just one night?”
“Yes.”
He preps a single card and slides it into a triangular holder, along with a standard amenity pamphlet and a room service menu. “While the Botsford Plaza is located in the heart of Las Vegas within walking distance of a host of international five-star cuisine, I’d highly recommend the restaurant just off the lobby,” he says, spitting out his usual customer service spiel.
I chuckle. “Thanks, but—”
“Hours are posted in the pamphlet here but the kitchen itself is open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. One phone call and they’ll deliver whatever you want to your room. Can’t get that level of service anywhere else.”
I nod. “Sounds amazing.”
“We also provide a plethora of stunning luxury amenities that will surely keep you coming back to the Plaza again and again.” He sets the packet down in front of me. “If you require anything, do not hesitate to call the front desk.”
I reach for the packet but he keeps his hand on it.
“Wake up calls, car service, extra towels—”
“Rian.”
His smirk deepens. “Your check-out time is ten tomorrow morning, sir.”
“We’ll be out long before then,” I say.
He releases the packet. “Please enjoy your stay,” he says, still grinning.
“Thank you.”
I walk away and wait until my back is to him before cracking a smile.
When I board on the elevator, I hit 25 and step back to rest my shoulder against the golden wall. My room key digs into my palm as I count the floors all the way up.
I step off onto the 25th floor and take a left, driven by primal urge and muscle memory. I don’t even need to check the room numbers. I stop in front of my room and I unlock the door with a quick swipe of my room key.
Room 2506. It’s been a long time.
I pause in the open doorway to take a deep breath. Has it really been a whole year since I’ve walked in here? It’s strange how much I miss it but also how I barely even think about it at all anymore. What used to be my old home is now our new getaway.
I let the door close behind me and stand still, taking one more moment to bask in the nostalgia of it before getting to work. In true Botsford Plaza style, the suite hasn’t changed a bit. Same colors, same furniture. Same view of Las Vegas. Still, something feels different than before. I don’t have to think too hard or too long to figure out what.
It’s just me.
But that doesn’t mean tonight has to be any different.
I strip off my jacket and hang up it up in the closet while quickly giving it a good once-over before heading toward the bathroom. My nose twitches as I flick on the light, filling with the scent of fresh cleaner. It’s immaculate, as usual, except for the stack of towels sitting out of place on the counter by the sink.
I step closer and spot the Botsford Plaza comment card lying on top of them. I reach for the card and flip it over to skim the bright red print along the back.
Figured you might need these. -Faye
I chuckle and move the stack to the shelf with the others. Gotta keep that counter space clear, just in case.
My eyes drift back into the suite, instantly targeting the clock by the bed. 6:02 PM. In two hours twenty-eight minutes, I’ll call room service for some champagne. That should arrive by eight-fifty and then it’s the homestretch until—
There’s a knock on the door.
I pause, wondering who it is as I inch toward the peephole.
The same shoulder-length brown hair over a jet-black trench coat. Thin, pink lips and sharp, rouge-whispered cheekbones.
Veronica.
I quickly turn the knob, aching to get a closer look at those ice-colored eyes.
Her lips curl. “Hello, stranger,” she greets.
“Hi, Veronica,” I say. “You’re early.”
She shrugs. “Thought I’d surprise you but if you’d rather wait for another three hours, I can head on down to the bar and find someone else who wants my company.”
I narrow my eyes and take a step back, letting my curious gaze travel down her closed trench coat. “Come on in,” I say.
Veronica steps inside on sharp, red high heels and lingers no more than six inches away from me. “Thank you,” she says.
I slip the DO NOT DISTURB sign on the outer knob and close the door. “Unfortunately, I haven’t ordered the champagne yet…” I say, my nostrils filling with the warm, familiar scent of her.
“That’s all right.” Her voice is heavy and low. “We can always drink what’s in the mini-fridge, right?”
I nod, unable to look away. “Sure.”
“Good.”
I take hold of her by the hips and spin her around to plant her back against the door. She puts her hands on me, gently scratching up my chest and hooking my necktie to pull me even closer and I crush my lips on hers. Her seductive tongue envelops mine, transporting me back to our early days. Days of simple, meaningless sex that was always something more than either of us wanted to admit. Our fling isn’t what it used to be anymore, that’s for sure.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t fuck her like I used to.
“V,” I whisper, out of breath.
She hums. “Yes?”
“I need you to tell me something.”
“What?”
I hook the belt on her trench coat. “What are you wearing beneath this?”
Veronica laughs. “See for yourself.”
I pinch the belt and pull it free, causing the coat to loosen around her. I kiss her again, giving my hands the first honor of roaming her body before my eyes can. My fingers relish in the silky-smooth fabric and the skin-tight lace hugging her curves and cradling her breasts.
I look down and smile at the ruby red lingerie and black, thigh-high stockings.
“Goddamn,” I whisper, my groin surging with blood.
Veronica cups my face. Her warm fingers strike a flame down my body as she guides me back to her lips. “Surprise,” she says, making me kiss her even harder.
I take hold of the goddess in my arms, pulling her even tighter against me as she drops the coat off her shoulders. She tugs my tie loose and slides it free before attacking my buttons one by one and exposing my chest. My shirt falls down my arms to the floor and I scoop her up, gently cupping her rear and pinning her harder against the door. Her knees rise to hook my hips and we desperately cling to each other the way we used to.
There’s nothing outside of this door. Nothing before or after this moment in time. Just me and her and every little thing I’m about to do her.
I pull Veronica off the door an
d carry her across the room. She laughs in my arms, her lips still pressing against mine at every opportunity. We finally stumble into the bed and I drop her down onto it, making her laugh even harder as I reach for my belt.
She watches me undress as I watch her. Hungry eyes drifting up and down each other’s bodies, staring at each other with only one outcome in mind — just like we always did in the past.
Simple, meaningless sex.
I yank my belt from the loops and tease her with the end, slapping and dangling it along her ankles.
Veronica giggles as she slides backward to the pillows. “And just what do you plan on doing with that?” she asks.
“Nothing.” I toss my belt away and reach into my back pocket for the hard, metal rings. “Put your hands above your head. Please.”
She licks her wild lips. “Well, since you said please…”
Her hands rise and she extends them toward the headboard behind her. I walk around the bed, keeping the handcuffs out of sight until the last possible moment.
Veronica sees them in my hand and inhales with surprise, though the desire never fades from her expression. In fact, she slides back even more and brings her wrists closer together to make her submission even easier.
“Kinky,” she says, smiling.
I cuff her wrists, latching her to one of the bars on the headboard while my cock throbs in my briefs. “How long has it been since we’ve done this?” I ask.
She exhales. “Too damn long.”
Once she’s secure, I kneel on the bed and reach for my zipper. “I’ve been thinking about this all day…”
I unzip and pull out my rigid cock. The tip of Veronica’s tongue pokes out of the side of her mouth as she looks at it and I instantly feel myself grow a little harder because of it. Her obvious desire for me drives me wild every day.
“Open your mouth,” I tell her as I ease forward.
She tilts her head and opens wide for me. I place one hand on the side of her head, lending her neck a little extra support as I slide my cock between her lips. Her warm tongue attacks my tip, coating it with saliva and firing pleasure throughout my groin.
She bobs forward to take more of me and I ease in to give her as much as she wants. I balance myself with one hand on the headboard and watch as she takes me in over and over again with tight, concave cheeks.
“Fuck, Veronica,” I groan.
She peeks up at me, those icy blues practically eye-fucking me as she moans on my cock. Her tongue swirls around my tip and I shudder as my nerves strike a temptation to shoot into the back of her throat.
I pull out and Veronica lies back, her chest heaving as licks her raw lips. She mewls as I lay a hand on her thigh, slowly crawling up her legs toward her pussy. Her knees part for me and I smile the second my fingers touch bare lips.
“You’re not wearing panties,” I say.
She chuckles. “Didn’t think I’d need them.”
I lower down and give her a sweet kiss, listening to the soft moans in her throat as I tap a finger along her thick clit. She sways her hips against my hand and I smile, happy to see her losing herself to the pleasure she so desperately deserves.
“How do you want to come? On my hand?” I whisper, kissing her between words. “Or on my mouth?”
Veronica trembles. “On your dick,” she answers.
I laugh. “Let me rephrase. How do you want to come first?”
She mewls, shaken from the core as I touch her in just the right spot. “Mouth,” she says.
I kiss her harder and let her grind for a little longer against my palm. The handcuffs knock the headboard as her hands shake and she struggles to lie still.
I pull my hand away and she moans in disappointment with a smile locked on her face. I slide off the bed, letting my pants and briefs fall to the floor. Her thirsty eyes feast on me again as I climb back onto the bed and position myself between her wide-open legs.
I crawl up to her lips first, seducing her with one more kiss before starting the slow descent downward. Teasing bites and a firm touch; two things that never fail to drive my Veronica crazy and the shivers rolling along her skin now show that tonight is no exception.
Her knees hug my hips, just begging to be flung over my shoulders, but I take my time, slowly leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and chest. Her breasts rise and fall beneath her lingerie. She takes every opportunity to grind against me so I lay a hand on her belly to make her stop. I enjoy the feeling of her body writhing beneath mine a little too much and I don’t want to risk finishing before I get the chance to fuck her into oblivion.
Veronica submits and settles down, though I feel the quick twitch of her muscles as she struggles to lie still. I continue downward, kissing and touching her while she moans above me.
I reach her belly and sit up, hooking her knees and pulling her closer to me. She gasps as my cock brushes her throbbing clit and I smile at another opportunity to tease her.
I grip my cock and rub my tip along her slit. “Veronica…” I say. “Do you see how hard you make me?”
Her mouth opens but she doesn’t speak. She moans instead, coaxing me to give her even more but I haven’t tasted her yet.
“How wet do I make you?” I ask.
I angle my tip down to her entrance and she gasps. I clench with desire as I feel her moisture coating my shaft and my tongue erupts with saliva.
I can’t wait any longer. I lower down and throw her knees over my shoulders, hearing her moans twist with laughter before I plunge my tongue inside of her.
Veronica gasps again and her back arches off the bed. “Ira,” she says, her thighs twitching around my neck as I fuck her with my mouth.
I close my eyes, giving her every bit of my attention. She’s so close already after so much teasing. I know just a few hard laps on her clit will send her over the edge.
“Oh, fuck!” she says, her voice high-pitched and desperate.
She wants to come so badly. Her thighs pinch my head and lift, trying to pull my tongue upward. I place a firm hand on her belly again to force her down but she resists me, squirming and begging for release.
But who am I to deny her what she needs?
I lick from her pussy to her clit, using the full length of my tongue on her. Veronica bites down and moans through a clenched jaw as her tension breaks and her back arches off the bed.
I open my eyes to watch her climax. I’ll never get tired of seeing her come, no matter how many times I make it happen. Another lap of my tongue and she’ll surely start begging me to stop, so I pull back and sit up, quickly guiding her closer to align my cock with her slit again.
Before her climax is over, I push my dick inside of her. Her jaw drops in another silent scream as I thrust forward and fill her completely.
“Ira!” she whimpers, her inner muscles still pulsating around my shaft. “Oh, fuck…”
I take hold of her hips and pull out to the tip only to thrust into her again just as fast. A primal urge takes me and I hold her down to fuck her harder and faster. The bed slaps against the wall. Her cuffs clink against the headboard. Moans fall from her lips as I cup her breasts, fully tempted to rip the lingerie off her body.
“Veronica,” I say her name as my balls tighten. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Don’t stop, Ira,” she says. “You’re gonna make me come again…”
I guide her right leg up and she rests it on my shoulder, giving me an even deeper angle. I groan with pleasure as my muscles burn but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Not until I see her break again…
“I’m coming!” she cries out, not holding back. “I’m coming!”
Her pussy tightens around my cock, forcing me over the edge with her. I stop thrusting and hold her down, staying deep inside of her as we come together. My cock pulses in release and my entire body melts in blissful agony as hers does the same. We stay here, bodies entwined together until Veronica slips her leg off my shoulder and I help her drop it to the bed.
; “Holy shit,” she says, laughing.
I lower down to kiss her, balancing on my arms to keep from crushing her. “Holy shit indeed,” I say.
I pull out of her slowly and twist around to grab my pants off the floor. I fish into the pocket for the pair of handcuff keys and return to uncuff her and give her arms a well-deserved break.
Veronica lets her arms fall to the bed and she sighs. “Thank you,” she says with a smile just for me.
I toss the cuffs away and lie down beside her. She tilts toward me and I plant another firm kiss on her lips as she slinks beneath my arm. I hold her close, sensing her heart racing as much as mine.
“Thank you,” I say as I run a hand up and down her naked arm.
She does the same, dancing her fingertip along the ocean wave on my tattoo. Her lips press together and she peeks up at me with devious eyes.
“Can we check?” she finally asks, biting her cheek.
I fake a heavy sigh. “V…”
“Just a peek!”
“We said we wouldn’t.”
“Five seconds won’t ruin anything,” she argues.
I smile, my hand already reaching for my phone on the bedside table. Truth be told, I’ve smothered this urge more than a few times since I checked-in here.
Veronica inches closer and rests her head on my shoulder to get a better look at my phone. I log in with a few quick taps and flip the screen horizontal as the camera feed pops up.
Michelle. Fast asleep in her crib at the house we call home.
“Aww,” Veronica coos. “There she is.”
I nod as my heart skips. Watching her grow over the past year has been nothing short of amazing. The way she learns and mimics the world around her with bright-eyed fascination. Her first steps. Her first words.
Da-da. She looked me right in the eye at a table surrounded by Botsfords and said Da-da.
Veronica was wrong. Miracle doesn’t even begin to describe our baby girl.
Veronica exhales. “Okay, I feel better now.”
I chuckle, my eyes locked on the little screen. “Just five more seconds…”
She settles on my shoulder again without a peep and I kiss her head. Five more seconds of this bliss. My amazing daughter. Her beautiful mother. Our perfect family amid an even greater village.
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