Andy shrugged. “I’m not sure.” A dark look crossed his face. “But she’s Amanda, and if you ask anyone at the company, they’ll say whatever Amanda wants, Amanda gets.”
“She’d better be disappointed this time,” I grumbled under my breath. It wasn’t that I was jealous – I knew Andy better than to think that he was interested in Amanda – but I didn’t like the idea of her making him so uncomfortable.
Or the idea of her flirting so brazenly with him, because it put him in such a rough spot. Andy was her employee – didn’t she know that the power dynamics were all off? It would have been like him constantly hitting on me if I weren’t interested.
God, what a mess. Hearing Andy talk about Amanda reminded me of high school drama and made me glad that I’d never wasted time on guys.
To my relief, Andy smiled at me. “Trust me. She’s not going to get what she wants,” he said. Then, he got to his feet.
“Your food hasn’t come yet,” I pointed out.
Andy shrugged. “I’m kind of too nervous to eat anyway. The presentation’s starting soon – you coming?”
I nodded. “Of course.”
Andy smiled again and my heart lurched to the side.
“Good,” he said. “I’ll see you there, Sasha.”
I finished my breakfast and then walked into the conference room. Another company was just finishing up their presentation and I craned my neck as I looked for a free chair. Just as I was sitting down, I felt a light touch on my shoulder and turned to see Zach.
“Hey, you,” he said. “Mind if I sit next to you?”
Before I could reply, he sat down. A slight bell of alarm sounded in my head, but I sat next to him and primly crossed my legs.
“Looking forward to seeing you in the booth later,” Zach said. He grinned at me. “We’ll finally get to spend some quality time together, yeah?”
I nodded, distracted because Amanda and Andy were taking the stage. As the presentation began, I sat with my hands in my lap and watched with rapt attention. Despite not being a natural extrovert, Andy was a great public speaker. He’d clearly practiced, and between his confidence and the touches I’d made to the PowerPoint, the presentation was a total hit. Everyone was paying attention instead of looking down at their phones, and they actually clapped when Andy had finished speaking. Even Amanda was beaming with pride.
Finally, it felt like something had gone right where work was concerned.
After the presentation, I wanted to wait for Andy but he was swept away with a crowd of people.
“Come on,” Zach said. “We’d better get to the booth. We’re going to have a lot of traffic after that disaster.”
“What?” I asked with a frown. “Andy was great, you know that.”
Zach muttered something under his breath and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. We made our way to the booth where I immediately got started chatting with potential clients and investors, and Zach did his part to keep them engaged. I handed out swag branded with our company logo and tried to be as charming as possible, but it was hard. Zach kept flirting with me and he was not being subtle. Touching my arm often, smiling, even touching my hair ... it was all driving me crazy, and suddenly I couldn’t wait until I was done with booth hours for the day and I could relax.
When Andy appeared, I was just about to greet him when Zach draped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.
“I’m really enjoying spending this time with you,” Zach whispered. His breath tickled my ear and I shivered. “You’re great with people, and you smell so damn good.”
I froze. Andy and I locked eyes, and I wanted nothing more than to shrug Zach’s arm from off my shoulders.
“How about we continue the fun this evening?” Zach growled in a low voice. “I bet you’d like that, you’re practically begging for it.”
Andy was glaring at Zach and he opened his mouth, scowling, presumably to tell Zach to get bent.
“Hi, y’all!” Amanda chirped. She appeared from out of nowhere, inspecting the booth and smiling. Zach immediately pulled his arm from my shoulders and Andy’s eyes grew wide as I jerked my head for the side, motioning for him to slink away before Amanda saw him. Andy disappeared into a crowd of people while Amanda and Zach were chatting animatedly about something and I sighed, wishing that I’d gotten the chance to talk to him and congratulate him on his presentation.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I looked down. As I read the text, a smile crept over my face.
Meet me at Wonder Casino when U R done with booth sh*t– two doors down from the hotel
“Sasha, put your phone away.”
The sound of my name made my head snap up and I turned to see Amanda, standing there with her hands on her hips and glaring at me.
“Sorry,” I said, trying not to flush.
“You’re here to represent the company, not play around on Facebook,” Amanda continued.
So are you, and yet all you’ve done is flirt with Andy and Zach, I thought malevolently. As tempted as I was to say that, I knew that I had to play by the rules. Smiling sweetly, I tucked my phone away.
“You’re absolutely right,” I told Amanda. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
Zach smirked. “Cut her some slack,” he said playfully to Amanda. “It’s the kid’s first business trip, after all.”
By the time my hours at the booth were done, I was dying to get out of there. I raced up to my room and shucked off my business casual clothes, then got into a pink romper that showed off my curves and a pair of black platform heels that did wonders for elongating my legs. After touching up my makeup, I darted out of my room and snuck out of the hotel to meet Andy.
As soon as I saw him, a grin spread over my face and I forgot all about the stressful, Amanda-filled afternoon that I’d had. He looked so yummy – he’d taken off his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. His dark blonde hair was tousled and I had to resist the urge to run my hand through it.
“Sorry for the sneaking around,” Andy said. He leaned in to kiss my cheek. “I’m still hiding from Amanda – you know how it is.”
I grinned. “Do I ever,” I muttered. “So, what do you wanna do?”
I was hoping Andy would say that he wanted to rush me back to the hotel and ravish me, but he suggested dinner and a few slots instead.
“How very Vegas of you,” I teased. “Sounds fun.”
Andy grinned.
“And what happens here stays here, yeah?” I continued, enjoying the look in his dark eyes.
Andy took my hand. “We’re in such a huge crowd,” he said. “But I finally feel like I can be alone with you without scrutiny.”
“Vegas is a lot bigger than Cleveland,” I admitted. “I like it. It’s a nice change of pace.”
Andy gave me a searing look that made my breath catch in my throat. I wanted to lean over and kiss him, but just then the maître d appeared and showed us to our table.
Dinner was nothing short of magical. We drank expensive wine and snacked on foods that I’d heard of, but never tasted before. Escargot, caviar, even real Wagyu beef from Japan served in cute little sliders. By the end of the meal, I was stuffed but Andy still insisted on dessert, so we went to Milk Bar where Andy paid entirely too much for a handful of the most delicious cookies that I’d ever eaten.
“Feel like gambling?” I flirted, running my finger down the front of Andy’s shirt.
He smiled at me, that delicious crooked smile that I was falling in love with.
“Sure,” Andy said. “I know I should be exhausted, but I feel like I just had three espressos.”
“I’m sure losing money will make you feel pretty tired,” I teased. We went back to Wonder Casino and played some games. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but Andy went straight for the Blackjack tables. He won over two hundred dollars before I touched his arm and suggested calling it a night. The rich food and the sugar and the rush of winning money on the arm of a gorgeous made had taken a tol
l on me. Being in Vegas had been fun, but I was more than ready to be alone with Andy.
I feigned a yawn.
“Let’s go back to the hotel,” I said.
Andy nodded. “Ready to turn in?” There was a gleam of lust in his eyes that made me lick my lips and swallow.
“I want to show you my floor,” I said coyly. “I bet it’s a lot different from yours.”
Andy didn’t say anything as we walked back to the hotel. The tension and chemistry between us was rising and getting hotter by the second, and I felt like I was walking on air. Every time I took a step, my thighs rubbed together, reminding me of what it felt like to have Andy’s muscular body between my legs.
By the time we got back to the hotel, my panties were soaking wet and my clit was throbbing inside of them. I wasn’t wearing a bra under my romper and my nipples were stiff – they rubbed up against the fabric every time I moved and it felt so good that it was almost painful.
Andy and I rode the elevator together up to my room and I checked both ways before opening my door and rushing inside. He followed me and stood in the foyer of the room before I tugged him over the to bed.
“Should we get room service?” I asked.
Without answering, Andy went over to the phone. I held my breath as he ordered champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries. My heart was pounding and I knew this was it – things between us had become so tense that I felt like I was going to explode unless our chemistry culminated in a night of hot, audacious sex.
“So,” I said, batting my lashes and strolling sexily around the room. “What do you think? My room is like, way better, right?”
Andy pretended to look around, narrowing his eyes and scrutinizing. “Well, we do have the same view,” he said. He stared at me and let his eyes roam over my body. “But I think you have the better decorations, for sure.”
I blushed hotly. “You should check out the bathroom,” I teased. “I bet it’s definitely better than yours.”
As soon as Andy went into the bathroom, I shot over to my suitcase and stripped out of my romper and heels. I pulled a nightgown over my head – I’d bought it new for the trip, and I couldn’t wait for Andy to see me in it. The front was sheer, showing off my nipples plain as day, and the lace hem barely covered my generous ass. Just as I was smoothing it over my skin, there was a knock at the door.
“Room service!”
With a bold smile on my face, I went to the door and took in the champagne and strawberries. Andy came out of the bathroom just in time to see me pushing the cart inside. When he saw what I was wearing his jaw dropped.
I took the bottle of champagne in my hands and carefully opened it. It’s just like when we first met, I thought as I poured us two flutes. Andy’s eyes were glued to my curves as I sashayed over to him and handed him one of the glasses.
“To sinning in Sin City,” I said coyly. We clinked glasses and I drank, but Andy held his glass in his hand before setting it down on the nightstand. In an instant, his body was on mine. He wrapped his arms around me in a powerful embrace, then walked me backward and tipped me over on the bed. My nightgown flew up to my waist, exposing my wet panties, and Andy groaned with pleasure. He spread my legs and nibbled and licked at my bare thighs, making me giggle with pleasure and anticipation. Andy got to his knees and looked down at me, lusty fire blazing in his eyes.
“I want you so fucking much,” he growled before pushing my nightie up to just below my breasts. His touch was a featherlight, teasing caress and I moaned out of sheer frustration. Andy took his champagne flute and tilted it over my body, splashing my bare belly with cold champagne. I giggled and cried out as Andy dipped his head to my belly button and lapped the champagne from my skin.
“You’re so wet,” Andy groaned, moving lower and lower. As he poured champagne over my panties, I gasped. The champagne was deliciously cold and wet and Andy glued his mouth to the crotch of my thong, sucking and licking, determined to get every last drop of champagne mingled with pussy juice. He tugged my panties to the side, exposing my pussy lips, and spread them apart with his fingers before emptying the champagne over my exposed clit. It felt so good that I screamed, arching my back and thrusting my hips towards Andy, desperate for more.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” Andy growled. He yanked my panties down with one hand and shoved my nightie up with the other, exposing my tits. As he worshipped my body with his tongue, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the pleasure. I felt so wanton, so lusty, that I could hardly move. Every time that Andy and I were together, it was an insanely sensual experience that felt better than I could have possibly imagined. Being in this ritzy hotel room in Vegas, with Andy eating my pussy filled with champagne, made me feel hotter than I’d ever felt. As Andy sucked and licked at me, pleasure bolted and darted through my body. Soon, I was grinding and thrusting and humping his face, grinding my clit against his nose and lips, hungry for more.
When Andy stopped, I gasped and caught my breath. He got to his knees and we locked eyes as he began stripping out of his shirt and trousers. As always, the muscular beauty of his body made my chest hurt. He was so gorgeous, so sexy – and with me, he was so playful that I fucking loved it.
“Take your nightgown off,” Andy growled. I flushed hotly and slowly lifted the fabric over my head, teasing him with every exposed inch of my body. Andy’s eyes were glued to my boobs and he put his hands on my nipples, rubbing and pinching and rolling them in the way he knew I loved. It felt so good that I moaned and writhed on the bed. I spread my legs as far as I could, painfully far, until the smell of my champagne pussy filled my nose and made my cheeks turn bright red.
Andy was leaning over me naked, and I waited for him to plunge deep inside of me and fill me. To my surprise, he kneeled on the bed. His cock was sticking straight up in the air, and he gave me a wicked grin.
“Baby,” Andy growled. “I want you to ride me.”
21
Andy – Saturday-Sunday
Sasha’s face was flushed and sweaty and her red hair was a mess as she crawled onto all fours. Her thighs were sticky with champagne and pussy juice, and her strawberry-pink nipples were stiff and engorged.
I’d never seen her more beautiful.
She moved at a tantalizingly slow pace as she crawled towards me, her huge tits swaying. When she reached me, she got to her knees and ran her hands down her body, cupping her voluptuous breasts and closing her eyes in apparent ecstasy as she stroked herself. I felt like I was getting my own private Vegas show as Sasha moaned, rolling her thumbs over her nipples and down her round belly. She climbed on top of me and straddled me with her soft thighs. The head of my cock brushed against her wet pussy lips and I groaned involuntarily as Sasha reached between our bodies and wrapped her hands around my shaft, guiding me right into place.
“Baby, I’m going to ride you like you’ve never been ridden,” Sasha whispered in my ear. She nipped at the sensitive skin with her teeth and began to suck just as she impaled herself on my cock. It felt so good that I groaned and reached around her to grab fistfuls of her ass, squeezing and kneading her sweet, round cheeks. Sasha moaned and began to bounce up and down, swaying sensuously on my dick as she rode me. Her tits bounced up and down and her breath came out in damp little pants as she bucked and ground her hips on me. She was so wet, so sweet, that I felt intoxicated as she leaned in for a kiss and slid her tongue into my mouth. We moved in a delicious obscene rhythm, twisting and gasping and grunting with pleasure as it came more intense for both of us.
With a wicked grin on my face, I slid my hand between the cheeks of her ass until I felt the pucker of her little asshole against my thumb. Sasha gasped as I rubbed the tender spot, teasing and playing but not penetrating. She moaned loudly into my neck and rode me fasted, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone and going wild with pleasure.
It didn’t take long before I could feel that I was about to come. I wanted to feel her explode on me, wanted her to completely give in to th
e intense pleasure, and with my other hand I moved between our legs and explored her clit. I teased and tickled it, rubbed my thumb over the stiff, hard little nub until Sasha screamed into my shoulder and bit my collarbone. Her whole body was trembling and shaking as a powerful orgasm crashed over her head and took total control of her curvy self.
“Andy! Oh my god, yes!” Sasha screamed. She moaned my name over and over, and hearing the sheer ecstasy in her voice was enough to set me off. My cock throbbed and gushed and I grabbed her by the hips and drove into her as hard as I could. Sasha whimpered as she bounced on my cock, her tits heaving and sweat glistening on her pale skin. As we bucked and gasped and came, Sasha pressed her lips to mine in a passionate kiss.
As slowly as I could, I pulled out of Sasha and we both collapsed on the bed, our chests rising and falling with great effort. I pulled the sheet over her pale curves and held her from behind, wrapping my arm around her soft tummy and kissing the fragrant spot on the back of her neck.
“I have so much fun with you,” Sasha whispered drowsily.
Fun, I thought. Is that what we’re doing?
Is that all that we’re doing?
I meant to only hold her until she fell asleep, then sneak back to my room. But the universe had other plans. After the long day I’d had – the presentation, dinner and games with Sasha, then our hot round of sex, my eyelids felt as heavy as iron doors and before I knew it, I was falling into a deep, dreamless abyss.
“Andy,” Sasha said softly. She shook my shoulder. “You should probably get up – we have to get to the airport!”
The word airport was like an electric jolt to my brain and I shot up, rubbing my eyes with both hands.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
Sasha grinned at me. She was already up, showered and dressed in a cute pair of jeans that showed off her ass and a loose blouse with her damp red curls in tangles around her shoulders.
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