Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Yeah, but I heard they have shitty cybersecurity.” I raise my brows.
She wriggles her hips when I sink a finger in her wet heat. “Oh, I think it’s been beefed way up. But um… do you think they’ll let me in?”
I scoff. “It’s my place, doll. Nobody’s going to throw you out. Let’s go.”
“Really?” She scrambles off the bed and out of my reach, already dashing for the closet to pull out a ridiculous purple suitcase. “I’ve never been before. I’ve always wanted to go. I’m so excited!”
I smile. The warmth in my chest is a new feeling. All of this is. Her excitement. Her receptivity. Her laughter. I’ve never had anything like this before and it feels damn good. I get to see all parts of Caitlin now—the crazy, the fun, the serious, the hard-working. And I’m charmed by all of them.
The safer she feels with me, the more her crazy softens into child-like enthusiasm and joy.
I sit and watch her pack as she bombards me with questions about what she’ll need. “Swim suit?”
I nod. “Three pools. All warm.”
“Fancy clothes? Sexy clothes?”
“Anything goes. What would be fun for you, little hacker?”
“How about this?” She holds up a bright red dress with swaths of see-through red fabric across the belly and neckline and arms.
“Perfect. Sexy always flies in Vegas.”
I get on my phone and find us the next first-class flight out of Chicago.
Two hours later, we’re in the air.
Caitlin’s practically bouncing in her seat, her fingers twined with mine. She leans over and flicks her tongue in my ear. “Have you joined the mile high club?”
“Do you want to?”
She nods. I’m not about to tell her I already have—with some stripper on a party jet once—not when she’s so excited. I glance around us, then at the bathrooms.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll book a private jet for the flight home. We will never both fit in those bathrooms and I’m not about to let anyone see you doing anything out here.”
“A private jet? Are you serious?”
I pinch her chin and pull her face forward for a kiss. “If you’re a good girl.”
“I’ll be good,” she purrs. “Or a bad girl. Whatever you want.”
“I want you every way,” I tell her.
Caitlin
I’ve never been on vacation, except for the summer trips to our grandparents’ cabin. Trevor and I used to spend all day up there boating around on the lake, playing in the forest, catching frogs and fish.
When my dad died, the cabin passed on to us, but we haven’t been there much. It’s hard when neither of us has a driver’s license to get there.
But Vegas is everything I imagined. Bright lights, people everywhere. Something interesting to look at in every direction.
The Bellissimo is incredible. A porter dashes out to open the door to the limo when we arrive. He takes my hand and helps me out of the car.
“Welcome, Mr. Tacone,” he says, inclining his head when Paolo gets out. “I’ll get your bags right up to your suite.” He hands him a room key envelope.
Paolo takes the key and puts his hand on my lower back, guiding me into the lobby. The Bellissimo itself is smaller than many of the other casinos on the strip—more of a boutique, which is what makes it so popular. It’s plush and posh on the inside, with Italian marble everywhere, and a rainbow bridge of real flowers. My eyes are probably as wide as saucers as we go in.
It occurs to me I should act like a grownup—like I’m not so impressed and I travel all the time. But with Paolo, I don’t have to. I can be Crazy Caitlin, and he thinks I’m cute without underestimating me.
So I let her out to run and explore.
Our room is way at the top—on the 26th floor and it’s bigger than my entire apartment. It’s a suite with a living room and a kitchen and the most luxurious bathroom I’ve ever seen. There’s a giant jacuzzi tub and a walk-in shower with two showerheads.
“Last one in the shower is a rotten egg!” I shout, stripping my clothes off.
Paolo joins me, not rushing, not slow. Just his usual steady, solid, imposing way. He fills the giant shower stall and it immediately seems more like a normal size.
I drop to my knees and give him my best thank you blow job. He grips my head, but his touch is gentle; he’s massaging my scalp as he pulls me over his cock. “Caitlin…”
I try to look up through the spray of water and he moves his back to block it from hitting my face.
“You’re beautiful, doll. You give the best head.” He’s already losing control. “You gonna swallow me down like a good girl?”
I nod and massage his balls, which are tightened up, ready to release. He comes and pulls me up to stand. Kisses me so hard I lose my breath. It’s a violent, claiming kiss and it makes my knees go weak. When he releases my face and strokes my clit, I shiver, teetering on the edge of an orgasm.