“Thanks, Mandy,” I said, winking at her. Her blue eyes widened and her hand flew to her nametag. I chuckled and picked up the key, slipping it into the pocket of my jeans.
Philippe took our luggage and followed us to the elevator.
Micah smirked at me. “You love it when the girls throw themselves at you, don’t you?”
“She hardly threw herself at me,” I retorted.
Micah snorted. “Come on. She was ready to jump that counter and mount you.”
“Well, too bad for her the only person I’m interested in mounting is about to step into this elevator,” I mumbled. I grabbed her hands and tugged her closer to me.
“I hope you don’t mean Philippe,” she whispered and I laughed.
“What do you think?” I muttered, kissing her. Philippe shifted uncomfortably next to us. “Sorry,” I said to him.
He smiled and shook his head. “Nothing to apologize for, sir. I’ve seen many things working in this hotel.”
I raised an eyebrow. Philippe had to be in his late sixties. I bet he had quite a few stories to tell.
The elevator doors opened and Philippe ushered us out. I let out a low whistle, taking in the impressive view. Wow. Why had it taken me until now to stay in this kind of luxury?
“God, Sax, it’s beautiful,” gushed Micah.
I slipped Philippe a tip and nodded at him, then followed Micah over to the window. We were on the top floor, overlooking almost all of Vegas. At this time of night, the light show was simply amazing—much like the beauty standing in front of me.
I smiled and slipped my arm around her waist. “It is,” I agreed, “But I’d rather be staring at you all night.”
“Very smooth, Mr. Waite. Does that line work often?” she asked.
“I don’t need lines, Micah. Women just fall into bed with me,” I teased.
She laughed and pushed away from me. “If that’s your seduction technique, I think you need to work on it,” she smirked. I chuckled and watched her walk across the room and into the bathroom. “Oh my God. You have to see the size of this hot tub,” she squealed.
I strode over and walked into the oversized, Italian marble bathroom. The spa sat in the center of the room. It was closer to a small pool in size, with steps leading up to it. Blood red rose petals floated on the surface of the steaming water.
“Nice,” I muttered, nodding my head. “Can I interest you in a nice warm bath?” I mumbled, tugging at her skirt.
Without waiting for her to answer, I kneeled in front of her, running my hands up her smooth legs. She smiled as my fingers dipped under her skirt, curling around the band of her panties.
“What are you doing?” She smiled as I slowly slid them down her legs.
“What does it look like?” I smirked. “Lift,” I ordered, nodding at her foot. She did, letting the white, lacy fabric slide onto the floor. “Move your legs apart,” I said, letting my hand slide up the inside of her thigh. “Wider.”
She did, leaning on the edge of the bath to support herself. Her eyes closed as my hand rested between her legs. With a single finger, I traced along the entrance of her pussy. She whimpered, lifting herself up onto her toes.
“Do you like it when I touch you?” I whispered. “Or do you prefer it when I lick you?” I lifted her skirt, holding it against her stomach as I pulled her against me.
She gasped as my tongue licked her smooth, wet entrance. “Holy shit,” she panted. One hand remained on the edge of the bath, the other moving to my shoulder as she struggled to keep her balance. “Oh my God…”
“Now take your top off for me.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, annoyed that I had stopped. I smirked as one by one she undid the buttons on her shirt. She pushed her shoulders back, letting the silky soft material float down her arms. With one hand, I unclipped her bra and tossed it over my shoulder.
With my head bowed between her legs again, I kissed her lips, my tongue teasing as I tasted her sweetness. I ran my hands up over her stomach and massaged her breasts, teasing her nipples until they stood erect.
“You didn’t answer me,” I said, kissing her slowly. “Tongue.” I plunged my tongue inside her wetness. God, she is so incredibly soft. “Or fingers.” Moving to my feet, I thrust two fingers inside of her.
She gasped as I crushed her mouth against mine, my tongue wrapping around hers.