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I turn and check her face as we are waved through a heavy black velvet curtain into the small room, which is decked out with a plush and soft black velvet booth in front of a single croupier’s table. There’s no one else but us inside, the lights are low, and the sounds from the main floor of the casino are all but gone. Gentle piano music plays over the speakers, and that’s all.
“What do you think?” I ask, but I think I already know the answer from her face.
“This is amazing,” Savannah says, glancing around at everything. “It’s so quiet. Is this… expensive?”
“It would be, but I know a lot of people in Vegas,” I say with a smile. “This is like your own private piece of the city. You still get to experience the thrill of the casino, but you don’t have to bet anything and all of that trashy tourist stuff is out of the window. If you’d like, I can get us tickets to a revue, later on, so we can take in dinner and a show before the evening is out.”
“That sounds amazing,” Savannah says. At my gesture, she sits down in the booth seat, her hands caressing the soft fabric by instinct. “I can’t believe you organized this.”
“I didn’t even organize it,” I say, sliding in next to her. “Imagine what great things I could put together if I was actually planning it.”
We laugh a little, and I can feel the heat from her body as I sit deliberately close. She doesn’t try to move away. In fact, if anything, I notice her moving her legs slightly apart – moving her thigh and knee even closer to mine.
“Are we going to play anything?” she asks, nodding at the empty table where the dealer would normally stand.
“I think they’ll send someone in a while,” I say. “They know we’re not really whales – the kind of big-money gamblers that would normally take these private rooms – so they won’t be in a rush. But if someone is available, they’ll come over in a bit and play some games with us. Like I said, you don’t have to worry about money – I don’t mind placing a few bets. We can play as a team.”
“This is so exciting,” Savannah says, grinning. “I’ve never done anything like this before. If I’m getting a buzz just from being in the room, I can see why people like coming out here so much.”
A buzz – I wonder. Is it really just the room, or is it something else?
That magnetism I felt earlier is still there. That heat. If I’m reading things correctly, then she wants me – maybe even as much as I want her. I’m not going to let that go to waste. I’m not going to let this opportunity slip by.
“You’re feeling better, now?” I ask, taking the opportunity to lay a hand on her lower arm. It’s a gesture of concern, but it has an ulterior motive for skin-to-skin contact. She feels good under my hand, warm and alive.
“I am,” she says. She half-turns toward me, opening up the space between us. It’s like the air is crackling. She hasn’t pulled away from my hand, either. “Thank you. You really helped me out. I only wish I could show you how grateful I am.”
“Oh?” I say, raising my eyebrows. I let the word linger, dropping my eyes to her lips, past them to her breasts heaving under her dress…
“You know, it’s funny seeing you here again,” she says. “I never thought I was going to meet up with you again when I grew up. Became an adult. A woman. When I was just a girl, I always thought you were…”
“What?” I ask, my eyes flicking back up to hers. I can see the desire in them, now. I can see how she doesn’t want to hold back. “I was what?”
She only blushes slightly when she says it. “Hot.”
“Am I still hot?” I ask. I reach out and brush her hair behind her ear, the blonde strands silky to the touch. My hand lingers by the side of her face, my fingertips still buried in her hair.
“Yes,” she says, breathing the word quietly, but we’re so close now that I hear it easily. Her lips remain parted, hanging slightly open, ready for me.
I don’t waste the invitation.
I lean down and close the distance between us, pulling her close to me by my hand on her jaw, pressing my lips against hers. After a single moment her lips part even further, letting me in, and my tongue darts inside. I hear and feel her moan at the contact, which only drives me deeper in lust.
Her lips are heaven. I claim her mouth with mine, moving on instinct, feeling the heat between us deepen and intensify. One of her hands comes up to rest on the arm that cradles her face, and we shift closer together until there is almost no space between us at all. The seats are awkward, making us leave a gap that I don’t want. I turn and shift until I’m leaning over her, her back pressed against the cushion. Her lips rise again and again eagerly meeting mine as I press our bodies together, feeling the imprint of her breasts against my chest, one hand sliding down to scoot her hip against mine.
