I had my arm wrapped around her waist and buried inside of her shirt, rubbing at her belly as we walked, and so it took me a few beats to catch up to the conversation. “Oh yeah. Hmm . . . James Cavendish, right?”

“Yeah, him. So you have seen his sex tape?”

I had no notion what she was talking about. “No. The guy that owns this place? The billionaire? You’re saying he has a sex tape?”

She giggled again. “Yes. Try to keep up. Some ex of his released a video of them together after he got engaged, because she was jealous of his fiancée. Rumor has it she recorded it without his knowledge, like for blackmail, but it is wild. Super kinky. Normally I hate  p**n os. It just, I don’t know, makes it all seem so cheap. Sex should be about losing yourself in another person, not treating them like a piece of meat you want to stick your dick in.”

“But you liked this one?” I prompted her, thinking I should probably watch and take some notes, if she thought it was that wild.

“I have to say, it was hot. Pretty hardcore BDSM, though.”

I stopped walking, blinking, saw her giving me a questioning look, and started moving again. “Are you into that sort of thing?” I asked carefully.

If so, I’d be doing some extensive research in the very near future.

“I’m not really into it, no, though I’m game to try anything once, if you want to.” She gave me her sexy wink, which I didn’t know I’d been missing until I saw it again.

I cleared my throat, keeping my head down. “Hmm, well, I never really thought about it before. I can’t say I’d enjoy hurting you.”

“I can live with that,” she said, snuggling into my side. “It’s not my scene, either. But, Dair, if there is anything you’ve been curious about, anything you might fantasize about, don’t be shy to tell me.”

That just about had me tripping over my own feet.

I was silent for a time, several things running through my head.

She studied my face very closely as we walked. “No threesomes, though,” she said suddenly. “I don’t want to share you.”

I sent her a look that I hoped she could read through my ridiculous shades. “Is that honestly what you assume I was thinking?”

She shrugged. “Just thought I should be clear.”

“Didn’t even cross my mind. I don’t want to share you, either.”

She beamed at me.

We were nearly to a guarded set of elevators when she asked, “So what did cross your mind?”

I cleared my throat, glancing around.

“Head down,” she warned, voice low.

I lowered my gaze to the floor.

She showed the security guard her room key, and he let us through.

We were in the elevator, going up, when she asked again. “Well, what crossed your mind?”

I still had my arm wrapped around her, still inside of her shirt, but I moved it out, running it over her ass cheek, then pushing my thumb high, maneuvering it around her little thong, until it was pressing against her back entrance.

She wiggled against me, meeting my eyes. “Oh, that. You can have that anytime you want, Dair. Anything else?”

I moved my finger, eyes on her body. “This dress-up role-play bit just got added to my playlist. What about you? Is there anything you fantasize about, that you’d like to do?”

“We’ve hit on most of them, but we’re actually on our way to another right now. I’d rather show you than tell you.”

She led me to a pretty insane suite.

It was multi-level, with windows that spanned one massive wall, and a pool that ran out onto the balcony and flowed off in an infinity edge that overlooked the strip.

“How on earth did you pay for this place?” I asked, studying her face. “Surely not with your gambling money?”

“Well, sort of. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you a bit about it, but first I want to take in the view.”

She walked ahead of me, and as she did, her hands lifted her skirt briefly, tugged her little panties down, and dropped them to the floor. She didn’t even break her smooth stride as she stepped out of them, and continued onto the balcony, sans underwear.

Everything else, she left on.

I was fine with that.

She went straight to the balcony’s transparent fence, gripping the top of the silver railing that ran along it with both hands.

She spread her legs and arched her back, sending me a glance over her shoulder.

I knew that look. It was more than an invitation.

It was a summons.

“Is this your fantasy?” I asked, approaching her, hands busy taking off my shirt, and when that was done, pulling out my dick.

“Yes. I want you to make love to me right here, outside, with a perfect view of the neon sky.”

I didn’t even have to lift her skirt, it was that short.

I leaned back to watch as I pushed my h*ps forward, knees bent, my tip playing against her entrance.

She was wet and ready, and I entered her teasingly, watching each inch disappear inside of her tight cunt.

I stopped a few inches shy of buried. “Move for me. I want to see you work one of those little dance moves of yours on my cock.”

She groaned and started working it, shimmying her h*ps back to take me deeper, then lifting off with an impressive arch of her hips.

She worked me like that for some time, dancing on my cock.

Blowing my mind and rocking my world.

I could only take so much, and when I’d reached my limit, I grabbed her h*ps and started slamming into her in earnest.