of it, and I feel a throb of anticipation between my legs.
Chapter Ten
David
I had absolutely no desire to leave Lilly in that moment. But one of our most important regulars had a complaint that needed smoothing over. The bar of his penthouse suite had been stocked with the wrong brand of vodka. Trivial as that may seem, when it comes to nurturing a client of this magnitude, it’s an issue. The man in question, a Russian oil and gas oligarch, visits us once every quarter. And he spends—big. He’s a fucking rare whale, the term coined for big spenders on the Vegas Strip. These aren’t millionaires. They’re billionaires. And they don’t mess around. Neglecting to address his complaint personally—as the owner of Fortuna—would quickly get around to other guests of his caliber. It’s not a business risk worth taking. So when the VIP concierge called with this “emergency” I had to take it. Some people might think it’s silly, but they can argue with me once they’ve successfully run two megawatt casinos for over a decade.
Of course, I didn’t want to explain all of that to Lilly. How could this girl from her small 5,000-pop town of Parkville understand? So I skipped the details. Luckily the whole fiasco didn’t take long to clear up. Soon enough, I was right back where I wanted to be—ascending to my penthouse…where she was waiting.
“Lilly.” I don’t even call out her name as a question. I know she’s in here, ready for me. Or at least she thinks she is.
“Upstairs,” her soft voice floats down the stairs to me, as if she were an angel calling down from above.
I follow the sound to the bathroom. There, I find her sitting in the tub, which is practically overflowing with bubbles. There's a smell of lavender in the air. Her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun, kept up out of the water. She looks genuinely happy to see me when I walk in. That's a first.
“You look good in my tub,” I tell her. The massive white claw-foot tub is the highlight of the bathroom. It's positioned in the middle of the room. All white, it stands out against the dark-grey granite stone floor.
“Care to join me? There's room for two.” She colors slightly as she asks the question. She’s clearly not the kind of girl who’s used to demanding—or getting—just what she wants. But she’s trying.
“I could use a bath.” My dick is already hard at the thought of slipping into that warm water behind her. I strip down and let my clothes drop on the floor. Normally I'd chuck everything in the hamper, where it belongs, but I don't want to miss another second. Before I climb in, I grab a box of condoms out of the bathroom cabinet and toss it next to the tub, within arm’s reach.
“Sure we’ll be needing those in the tub?” She asks incredulously.
“Oh, you wait. Scoot.” I tap her shoulder, indicating that she should move forward, and I slide in behind her.
She grabs the sides of the tub and inches her butt forward a bit, her slim shoulders emerging from the water as she does. Her pink nipples are just barely visible through the fluffy cloud of bubbles around her.
“Come here.” I pull her against me and reach my arms around her, giving her nipples a gentle tweak. As before, they immediately harden, appearing pert and perky with my touch.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t be gone long,” she murmurs.
“I hope you stuck to our agreement?” I ask, bringing a hand down to stroke between her legs.
“Yes.”
“Good.” I rub her clit in a gentle circle. She pushes her back against my chest and leans her head back onto my shoulder, sighing slightly. Her skin is unbelievably smooth and soft now. “You like the wax?” I ask her.
She nods, pressing her hips up to increase the pressure of my touch against her clit. I can’t help but laugh. “Getting greedy, eh?”
“Well, you left me hanging yesterday.”
“You know why.”
“Because I tried to leave.”
“So you’re finally admitting it.” I smile.
“I’d admit anything right now,” she sighs, biting her lip and closing her eyes in ecstasy.
“Easy. Take your time. I’m not going to be done with you as quickly tonight.”
“I hope not.”
“Let’s see if you still think so by the night’s end. I’m not an easy man to keep up with.”
“Try me.” It’s the boldest thing little Lilly has ever said to me. But she means it.