Page 41 of What Happens In Vegas
‘Be brave, my lady cop . . . be daring. You might like the thrill.’
He gently pushed her closer to the glass, and Bonni looked down. They were high. She could see people on the streets, the streetlights dispelling the night shadows. If they looked up, would they see her? The windows in the hotel across fromtheirs could easily be seen. She knew shecould be too. He was right, it was thrilling. Daring.
‘A little closer,’ he urged.
‘The glass is cold,’ Bonni whispered, but she let him move her until her nipples touched it. She gasped at the chill as her sensitive flesh pebbled at the shock. But God, it was a turn-on. Bonni, rotated her hips without really knowing she was doing it and Quinn groaned behind her.
‘Ah, woman, you are a constantsurprise to me.’ He reached around, taking hold of her breast, and Bonni pressed into the warmth of his hand, her nipple deliciously pressing into his palm.
He slid his fingers over her belly, then lower, and she sagged against him when he pressed into her folds and found her clitoris.
‘Quinn, n-not here.’ She moaned.
‘Yes, here.’
Her head fell back on his shoulders and she reached back, grabbinghis ass. Doing that arched her back even more, giving him all the easy access to her breasts and pussy he wanted.
His cock pressed between her ass cheeks and she pulsed her hips until he groaned. His fingers increased their demand on her and she clung to him. Here. Before the floor-to-ceiling windows, exposed to anyone that looked up. Bonni didn’t give a damn anymore.
‘O–oh, Quinn.’ She gaspedas her release began to tighten in her belly. She increased the tempo of her hips and it enhanced the sensations of his fingers.
‘Come for me, Bonni. Here, at the window, for the world to see, to know that you’re mine.’
And she did. Her body shuddered in his arms and her legs buckled. Quinn held her tight, as she knew he would.
‘Ohmy God.’ Bonni was weak as a newborn kitten, and as Quinn swepther into his arms, she put hers around his neck and he carried her to the couch. She looked up at him. ‘Please tell me you have condoms.’
‘I’ll be right back.’
Bonni lay on the couch, the slightly rough material rubbing against her sensitive skin. Quinn returned, still hard. She reached up and grasped him, slowly stroking his length. He held up a condom.
‘You left some behind.’ He ripped itopen and sheathed himself.
‘Damn good thing my friends were well stocked.’
‘Yes, a damn good thing.’
Bonni spread her legs and reached for him. Quinn kneeled between her thighs.
‘I’m so ready for you, Quinn.’ Bonni was almost panting.
She reached between them and guided him in to her.
He thrust deep and slow, drawing out their pleasure. Bonni held him in the cradle of her thighs as he steadiedinto a cadence that had her soaring back up to the heights of desire.
‘Now, Quinn, I want you to come for me.’ Bonni whispered into his ear as he enveloped her in his arms, holding her so tightly she could barely catch her breath.
She turned his face to her, wanting to see him. His eyes were closed, and the passion etched on his face thrilled her. Bonni licked his lips, his mouth opened forher, and their tongues tangled together. The power built in him, and transferred to her. She tried to hold off her orgasm, waiting for him to come first, but she couldn’t.
He ground into her, his roar of release echoed off the walls and they lay spent and breathless, entwined in each other’s arms.
That had only been the first round. When Bonni woke, hours later, she was delightfully sore. Shestretched a little, the bed sheets cool against her bare skin. She was also a little hungry, despite Quinn feeding her strawberries and pastries after a very fun game of Bad Cop, Begging Robber. The room was dark, and Quinn’s breathing was deep and steady. She looked at him lying next to her and she knew she was beginning to fall for him. It was more than just sex. The personal information he’dalready shared, it made her want to know more about him. To explore all the layers of Quinn, deeply and intimately, to know him and build a future with him outside of the boundaries of a vacation fling, but she had no idea if that was even a possibility.
She caught sight of the alarm clock and realized he’d have to get up very soon for his tournament. His poker tournament. The most recent eventin his very long history of gambling. She should go. She didn’t want to disturb him and throw off his morning routine again. Bonni began to slowly shift out of the bed, but paused. It was harder than she would’ve imagined to leave him. It had been such an amazing night, and she wanted more. She wanted to slide down his body, to wake him with her mouth, to have him look at her with his incredibleeyes, dimmed by sleep, before he touched her with his agile hands.
But that would be selfish. He needed to focus. And what about her friends? Yes, her friends. She should really check on them, and this vacation was about spending time with them, after all. Half falling for a life-long gambler with no roots had not been part of the plan.
Bonni slid out of bed quietly, grabbed her clothes andwent into the bathroom to dress. Silently, she padded back into the bedroom to collect her boots and her purse. Again, she stopped, looking down at Quinn. He had turned on his side, his armflung out, like he was reaching for her. She fought the urge to climb back into bed, to at least kiss him goodbye. Instead she scribbled him a quick note and left it by the lamp. In less than thirty-six hours,she’d be on a plane, starting her journey back to Toronto.This isn’t one of Ava’s movies, Bonni. There’s no fairy godmother to magic you up a happy ending.
She slipped out the door and closed it quietly behind her.
