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It's still surreal for me to think that not all that long ago, I was desperate for a job, barely scraping by. I never thought that I’d ever see Aaron Steel again, much less get married to him. Somehow, like a cosmic coincidence from the mysteries of space and time, we found our way back to each other. I don’t understand it, and I don’t know that I ever will. But what I do understand is how profoundly I have changed as a person because of him. And I can't say that I hate it. Not at all.
I look him dead in the eye, a salacious grin on my face. “You better finish that drink quickly.”
“And why is that?”
“Because you need to take me back to the hotel and fuck my brains out,” I demand. “I am your new blushing bride, after all. And I demand to be serviced.”
Aaron's laughter booms like thunder and then he drains his flute of champagne.
“Yes, you are,” he replies. “And servicing you would be my honor.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Aaron
I'm leaning against the back wall of the elevator, my head still fuzzy, and Emily is standing right in front of me. An older couple is standing at the front of the car, near the door. I pull her to me tight, grinding my hard cock against her ass, anticipating the moment I can sink my cock deep into her. I'm just thankful I'm not so drunk that I can't ravage this gorgeous creature in front of me.
The car stops and the doors slide open. The older woman turns back to us and gives us an enigmatic smile and a wink – as if she knows what's about to happen. Emily turns to me when the doors close and laughs. I just shrug and smile.
“Hey, maybe they're on their way to do the same thing,” I offer.
“I'd rather not have that visual in my head, thanks.”
I laugh as Emily pushes herself backward against me, grinding her ass against my rigid cock. A soft moan passes my lips as I close my eyes and just feel the sensation of her body pressed against me. She turns and presses her lips to mine, and I can still taste the champagne and strawberries on her breath.
After what seems like an eternity, the car stops again. The bell chimes as the doors slide open. This time, it's Emily grabbing my hand, practically dragging me down the hallway to my room. I slide the keycard into the lock and open the door, allowing her into my room first. I follow her in and lock the door behind us. Emily turns and throws herself against me, pushing me up against the door. She presses her mouth hard to mine, and I feel every bit of her passion and desire in that kiss.
She lets out a small squeal as I spin her around and pin her up against the door. Our kiss intensifies and I'm growing impossibly hard in the face of my lust and desire for Emily. I lift her leg up and wrap it around my waist, pushing myself forward even more. I grind my engorged cock against the warm, wet center of her, remembering the soft and velvety feel of her pussy.
“I want you, Aaron,” she gasps.
I pull away from her, flashing a mischievous smile. I turn and walk away from her, heading across the room. I throw open the sliding glass door that leads onto the balcony and step outside. Emily follows me quickly, a perplexed look on her face. She's standing beside me, head cocked, confusion in her eyes.
“Don't you want to –”
I cut her off with a kiss. She lets out a muffled cry as our tongues swirl and dance together in her mouth. I push her up against the railing of our private balcony, kissing her harder as a cool nighttime breeze blows past us. I slide my hands up her back, grabbing her hair, and pull it hard as I kiss her neck. My other hand is cupping and squeezing one of her full breasts, teasing her erect nipple through the fabric of her dress with my thumb. Finally, I pull back and smile at her.
“Christ, Aaron,” she gasps, then takes my hand. “Come on, let's go inside.”
I step forward and place her hand on my crotch, forcing her to grip me through my slacks. Forcing her to see how aroused she's made me. Emily takes hold of me eagerly, and I moan as she strokes and rubs me. My desire is at its peak. My cock strains against my slacks, yearning for release, and I know I need to be inside of her. Now.
I spin Emily around again and quickly bend her over the railing. Reaching down, I slide her dress up around her waist and get a good view of her round, perfect ass.
“Aaron,” she says and starts to rise.
I push her back down again, holding her there with a hand pressed to the small of her back. She looks over her shoulder at me, an expression of fear on her face.
“There are people down there,” she stammers. “They're going to see us.”
“It's possible.”
We're on the twentieth floor, so it's not impossible for somebody to look up and see us fucking on the balcony. I really doubt it, though. Nor do I care. Besides, this is Vegas, it wouldn't be all that unique or the strangest thing anybody had ever seen. In fact, if anybody did happen to catch a glimpse of us banging each other's brains out on the balcony, it would probably be one of the tamer, more normal things they'd see on any given night.
She can ease her mind, however. Not only is it dark, we're high up enough that most people won't be able to make out what's happening. That is, if anybody actually even happens to look up. It's a remote chance, but it could happen. And I have to admit, the possibility of being seen only heightens the intensity. Emily will see.
“You're incorrigible,” she says.
“You should know that by now.”
