Page 53 of Champagne & Handcuffs
“You’ll need to text me the address, and I’ll visit her.”
“I’ll take you,” Seth countered.
“Okay.” I smiled then took a sip of my drink. I was trying to nurse it while we waited for the steaks we ordered.
“You know she’ll be happy that we’re finally together?”
“You think?”
“Grandma knows everything.”
“Everything?”
“She’d tell me, ‘Sethie, you need to come down here and go find Cat. Make her your wife’.”
My eyes widened again. “Wife?”
“Well, she knows I’ve loved you forever. And she’d tell me that she wasn’t getting any younger.”
“I can’t wait to see her face when she sees us together.”
“I’m gonna tell her, ‘Grandma, I’m makin’ Cat my wife’.”
At that moment, the waitress decided it was the best time to bring us our dinner. After she left, I wasn’t sure what to say. Of course I wanted to be his wife.
“Maybe we should go get married by Elvis,” I joked.I was joking, right?Yeah, I was totally kidding.
“Don’t tempt me, Kitty Cat, because I will in a fucking heartbeat.”
After dinner,we went dancing. Not clubbing at least once while in Vegas was like a Cardinal Sin or something, so we felt that was what we should do. It didn’t matter that it was a Sunday. People came to party. Since we were at the Cosmopolitan, we decided to check out The Marquee.
“You want to dance or get a drink first?” Seth yelled into my ear over the loud bass.
I grabbed his hand and called out, “Let’s dance!”
We made our way to the dance floor, and after squeezing between people, we found a space where we could sway our bodies. My hips moved side to side with the rhythm of the beat, my arms waving in the air as we let loose. When in Rome and all that—or when in Vegas was more like it.
I couldn’t tell you what song was playing because I didn’t care. What I did care about was the feel of Seth behind me as he turned me around and pressed his front to my backside. His hands stayed on my hips as my ass ground into him. I could feel the hardness of him through the silk of my dress, and I had to admit, it was turning me on.
“You know what I love about this dress?” Seth whispered-yelled in my ear, causing goosebumps to rise on my neck. I shook my head. “It has easy access.”
I swallowed and looked around at the people dancing beside us. Everyone was in their own world, dancing to the same beat. Some were drunk, some were making out, and some were looking around like they were searching for their next target.
I wanted to be scandalous exhibitionists.
I pressed harder into him, signaling that I wanted whatever he wanted to do to me. If people saw, I didn’t care. Though, if we were caught, it would look bad for a cop to be doing whatever we were about to do in public. Luckily, the club was dark with only strobe lights, and there were enough people around that we had to be dancing right on top of each other.
Seth pulled my shoulders up so he could press into my back. We continued to sway to the beat, but before I knew it, his hand was snaking around and going through the high slit and directly for my panties. He didn’t bother pulling them away from my body. I felt him go in through the side and then his finger was running through my slick folds.
“Christ, Kitty Cat,” he hissed in my ear. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I nodded because I was. I knew that it wasn’t going to take me long to come apart from his touch. It was as though we were in our own world where only Seth and I knew that he was fingering me on the dance floor. His finger found my clit, and I bucked, grinding my ass on his hard cock.
“Do that again, and I’m gonna fuck you in the bathroom not giving a fuck who will hear us.”
My belly dipped at his words and my orgasm built. Just the thought made me lose all train of thought except the way his finger was rubbing against my clit and hard. Just as I was about to tip over the edge, Seth slid his other hand in the top of my dress and went straight to my nipple.
He knew.
