as they went out, leaving us in pitch blackness. “Hold on.”
Even with his warning, I yelped when the back of the bench slowly reclined.
Maximo didn’t even try to stifle his laughter. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, he curled my body into his so I was resting my head on his chest.
“If this is a nap area, this resort really does have everything.”
“Give it a minute.”
“A minute might be all I need to fall asleep.”
Before I could even rest my eyes, the music grew louder and lights flashed as a laser light show was projected onto the ceiling. The music transitioned to Sinatra’s Fly Me to the Moon, and I was completely entranced. Lasers shaped like the moon and solar system moved and changed along to the lyrics.
The music melded from the classics to classic rock. I recognized CCR’s Bad Moon Rising from the first few chords.
Back when we’d lived in New York, Shamus had been all about classic rock. He’d listened to Springsteen until I’d wished I was born to run. It wasn’t until we’d moved to Vegas that he’d switched to the Rat Pack to fit in with his wannabe mobster pals.
Once the volume faded, the bench slowly returned to normal and the lights slowly turned on.
“What did you think?” Maximo asked, his lips against my head.
“Can we watch it again?”
“Give me a second.” He stood and went back to the control panel on the wall. Not touching it, he pulled out his phone and typed something before saying to me. “Shamus’ pal lost his stack and left.”
I’d been certain it’d been a coincidence, but it was reassuring to have confirmation—especially after the uncertain Mugsy sighting earlier.
Maximo pocketed his phone and pressed a couple control panel buttons. Within a few seconds, the lights faded as the classical music started. He sat and got us situated just before the bench lowered again.
Sinatra’s croon floated through the air and the lasers started to dance. I noticed more details I’d missed on first viewing.
So wrapped up in what I was watching, I didn’t think twice when Maximo’s hand went from my ass to rub my back under my sweater. He froze, his voice rough when he rumbled, “What’re you wearing under this, dove?”
“Uhhh…”
His hand trailed up the lacy fabric before he shifted me off him and stood. I couldn’t see what he was doing in the darkness, and my heart raced with a jumpy anticipation.
A few moments later, the show and music cut off abruptly as the lights flared to life. Maximo pressed the door open and stared at me expectantly. “Let’s go.”
I didn’t move. I just stared as he ran a tattooed hand across his jaw before sweeping his bottom lip with his thumb.
“Now, Juliet.”
At that tone, I jumped up. That didn’t stop me from muttering, “I’m coming, I’m coming. Sheesh.”
“Just because I won’t fuck you in here doesn’t mean I won’t bend you over a bench and spank your sweet ass.”
“You won’t fuck me in here?” Not that I’d expected him to, but he seemed resolute in his decision not to.
“Not with the cameras.”
“But you’d spank my ass when security could see?”
“I know where the cameras are. I’d block your body and leave your jeans on,” he said, like that made it better.
Actually, it did.
I contemplated throwing more attitude his way to see how it went.
And Maximo must’ve known I was thinking about it because lust blazed in his eyes as he adjusted the bulge in his slacks, trying to hide his hard-on.
Good luck with that.
“Don’t look at me like that, or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
The way he was watching me.
The way he looked so handsome yet so wild.
The threat—the promise—in his words…
It all worked for me. My nipples were painfully hard, my body was flushed and needy, and I was wet.
Soaked.
“You’ve got five seconds to get over here,” he continued, “or I’m fucking you on a bench—cameras be damned.”
I hurried over, remaining silent as we made our way down the long art corridor and back into the main area. Once the noises of the casino surrounded us, I couldn’t resist tormenting him the same way his obscenely sweet words tormented me. I kept my eyes aimed in front of me and said, “I think I want to try riding your face.”
The normally unflappable Maximo stopped suddenly in the middle of the walkway and nearly caused a collision.
“Juliet,” he warned.
“You said communication was important, Daddy. So I’m communicating my desire to ride your face.”
“Christ.” He gave