she was here, he’d wanted to make sure that in the end they’d still like each other, still be able to work together in that easy way they’d developed, a way that made work seem an awfully lot like play.
Because of that—hell, if she’d shown up wanting to do nothing more with him than watch a movie or share a pizza, he’d have happily done it. His dick would’ve been none too pleased, but he liked her enough to just want to be around her, whatever the activity.
Now, though, she’d finally convinced him that she was indeed as playful as the girl he’d been flirting with for months, and as naughty as the girl who he’d masturbated with on the phone. And the boyfriend hindrance had disappeared, at least for the time being. So even though he’d have settled for pizza, he and his cock were both a hell of a lot happier waiting to see exactly how wild she was willing to get in this limo—alone, or with his two friends along for the ride.
Once inside, Dan and Craig settled back in the plush bench seat across from them and Dan reached for the open bottle of wine and two more glasses. Diana cuddled up to Marc, locking her arms around one of his, pulling her legs up in the seat beside her so that her warm thigh pressed against him. Her breasts, half-exposed from the deep, open neckline, rubbed against his arm through his suit jacket.
Dan took a sip of his wine and narrowed his gaze on Diana. “Where’d you find this beautiful woman, dude?” he asked Marc.
In an effort to say, Whatever happens here, she’s mine , he slid his hand between her thighs, midway between knee and crotch. “Diana and I are sort of…” He gave her a playful glance. “…e-mail pen pals. And now she’s here on business.”
“And pleasure, too, looks like,” Craig chimed in with a grin.
“By the way, how’d you enjoy the show, Diana?” Dan inquired, wearing a suggestive smile.
She didn’t even blush when she said, “It was fun. You missed some very hot women, Dan.”
The two guys across from them chuckled at her sexy candor and Marc was impressed as hell with her sensual confidence. “I’ll bet,” Dan said.
“So…your first time in Sin City?” Craig asked before taking a sip of wine.
She nodded. “And although the show was very sexy, I’m…still looking for some serious sin.”
Chapter Three
Over the next hour, they drained two more bottles of wine and cruised the strip. As they passed the mega-resort casinos, Craig gave Diana his opinion on the best places to gamble, and Dan, conversely, seemed to have seen every show in town. “Not just because there are mostly naked women in them, either,” he claimed with a laugh.
“No,” Marc said, chuckling, “couldn’t be that. It’s because you’re such a connoisseur of fine song and dance.”
As they passed the towering pyramid of the Luxor, Diana asked Craig how the gambling was there.
“There? It sucks,” he said softly, offering a sad sort of smile.
She raised her eyebrows and took a drink of her wine, waiting for an explanation.
“Blackjack dealer who works at the Luxor broke his heart,” Dan explained.
She blinked. “Really?” She was always interested to hear about people’s romances—failures or successes. She might have few inhibitions when it came to sex, but inside, she held the notion of true romance dear.
“Sad but true,” Craig confirmed. “Won two hundred bucks at her table the night we met, and she refused to go out with me, saying she’d get in trouble for dating a customer. But I kept coming back, so many times that I wasn’t a customer anymore—”
“More like an annoyance,” Dan injected, making them all laugh lightly.
“And finally,” Craig went on, “she went out with me.”
“ What was her name?” Marc asked as if trying to remember. “Marlene or something?”
“Marla,” Craig said before switching his gaze back to Diana. “It got serious fast. I was crazy about her.”
“What happened?” Diana
Because of that—hell, if she’d shown up wanting to do nothing more with him than watch a movie or share a pizza, he’d have happily done it. His dick would’ve been none too pleased, but he liked her enough to just want to be around her, whatever the activity.
Now, though, she’d finally convinced him that she was indeed as playful as the girl he’d been flirting with for months, and as naughty as the girl who he’d masturbated with on the phone. And the boyfriend hindrance had disappeared, at least for the time being. So even though he’d have settled for pizza, he and his cock were both a hell of a lot happier waiting to see exactly how wild she was willing to get in this limo—alone, or with his two friends along for the ride.
Once inside, Dan and Craig settled back in the plush bench seat across from them and Dan reached for the open bottle of wine and two more glasses. Diana cuddled up to Marc, locking her arms around one of his, pulling her legs up in the seat beside her so that her warm thigh pressed against him. Her breasts, half-exposed from the deep, open neckline, rubbed against his arm through his suit jacket.
Dan took a sip of his wine and narrowed his gaze on Diana. “Where’d you find this beautiful woman, dude?” he asked Marc.
In an effort to say, Whatever happens here, she’s mine , he slid his hand between her thighs, midway between knee and crotch. “Diana and I are sort of…” He gave her a playful glance. “…e-mail pen pals. And now she’s here on business.”
“And pleasure, too, looks like,” Craig chimed in with a grin.
“By the way, how’d you enjoy the show, Diana?” Dan inquired, wearing a suggestive smile.
She didn’t even blush when she said, “It was fun. You missed some very hot women, Dan.”
The two guys across from them chuckled at her sexy candor and Marc was impressed as hell with her sensual confidence. “I’ll bet,” Dan said.
“So…your first time in Sin City?” Craig asked before taking a sip of wine.
She nodded. “And although the show was very sexy, I’m…still looking for some serious sin.”
Chapter Three
Over the next hour, they drained two more bottles of wine and cruised the strip. As they passed the mega-resort casinos, Craig gave Diana his opinion on the best places to gamble, and Dan, conversely, seemed to have seen every show in town. “Not just because there are mostly naked women in them, either,” he claimed with a laugh.
“No,” Marc said, chuckling, “couldn’t be that. It’s because you’re such a connoisseur of fine song and dance.”
As they passed the towering pyramid of the Luxor, Diana asked Craig how the gambling was there.
“There? It sucks,” he said softly, offering a sad sort of smile.
She raised her eyebrows and took a drink of her wine, waiting for an explanation.
“Blackjack dealer who works at the Luxor broke his heart,” Dan explained.
She blinked. “Really?” She was always interested to hear about people’s romances—failures or successes. She might have few inhibitions when it came to sex, but inside, she held the notion of true romance dear.
“Sad but true,” Craig confirmed. “Won two hundred bucks at her table the night we met, and she refused to go out with me, saying she’d get in trouble for dating a customer. But I kept coming back, so many times that I wasn’t a customer anymore—”
“More like an annoyance,” Dan injected, making them all laugh lightly.
“And finally,” Craig went on, “she went out with me.”
“ What was her name?” Marc asked as if trying to remember. “Marlene or something?”
“Marla,” Craig said before switching his gaze back to Diana. “It got serious fast. I was crazy about her.”
“What happened?” Diana
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