curled around me, I heard and felt it.
“I meant this weekend.”
“Oh. Yeah, that was okay, too, I guess.”
His arm tightened around me, his voice lined with amusement. “I’m glad you found my resort fine enough.”
Said orgasms, along with the long day filled with a billion of steps, caught up to me. My eyes were closed, my body was relaxed, and I was sated and happy.
And that was why I stupidly rambled. “I used to be so envious of the tourists here. They always had so much fun. Carefree fun. I never went to the Strip to sightsee or watch the shows or eat. The only time I’ve been was to pick up Shamus because he was too fucked up or fucked over to drive. That was not fun. Today was.”
“Juliet,” he muttered, tightening his hold.
“It’s okay.” I wiggled back into him and sighed deeply.
He didn’t push the conversation, and I was grateful. I let it all go as I fell asleep.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Carefree Fun
Juliet
FOR ALL ITS vices and sins, Vegas really was beautiful.
The larger-than-life quality of the Strip reminded me of Times Square in NYC. Like most resident New Yorkers, we rarely went to Times Square or any of the sights that were deemed touristy. But my grandparents had taken me to ride the Ferris wheel inside the former Toys R’ Us once, and I’d been amazed at the grandeur of it all.
Bright lights, huge buildings, and more people than seemed possible were a fitting description of the Strip and Times Square.
As Maximo stopped at a red light on Las Vegas Boulevard, I watched the people on the overhead walkways. Some posed for pictures, others hurried from one casino to another.
As I watched out my window, the pang of envy hit me, but it was far less than usual. Instead, my sour mood was because our weekend was over. I’d hoped we’d spend Sunday at Moonlight, but we hadn’t even stayed for breakfast. Instead, I’d come out after getting ready to find my bag packed and Maximo waiting with a bagel and to-go coffee.
I was sure he had a lot of work to do, but it still sucked it was over.
Lost in thought, I didn’t think anything of us turning until the car stopped. A valet was there in an instant, opening my door.
My brows lowered as I looked at Maximo, but all I saw was his back as he got out.
“Ma’am,” the valet prodded when I didn’t move.
Confused, I climbed out and muttered, “Thanks.”
Maximo opened the trunk and pulled out two small travel bags. A different uniformed worker took them and hurried inside, not even asking where they needed to go.
Once Maximo was next to me, I didn’t take my eyes from the towering glass building. “Where are we?”
“Cosmopolitan.”
“Why?”
“I took today and tomorrow off. I thought we’d stay here for the night.”
My wide eyes shot to him. “What? Why?”
Reaching out to twist the end of my ponytail around his hand, he yanked me against him. “For fun.”
My insides turned to melty mush and my heart squeezed.
He was so damn thoughtful.
Like my veins were filled with champagne, excitement bubbled, leaving me light and happy. “What are we going to do?”
“Anything you want.”
That is not helpful.
Correctly reading my thoughts, Maximo tugged my ponytail so my neck was craned back. “As long as I’m spending the day with you and the night ends with you riding my face, I don’t give a damn what we do.”
There were people around.
People close enough to hear his obscenely sweet words.
But I didn’t care.
I didn’t care about anything but the heat in his tender gaze, our impending day together, and ending the night riding his face.
Beyond that, it was carefree fun.
He released my ponytail. “Let’s go to the room first.”
Going into the beautiful building, I was stunned by its stylish ornateness. Massive crystal chandeliers draped over a bar and lounge area. People posed for pictures in front of them and a giant high heel.
Maximo and I walked through the lobby to where a concierge waited.
“Mr. Black.” The man smiled, warm and professional, outstretching his hand to shake Maximo’s and then mine. “We’re thrilled to have you and your guest stay with us this evening. Would you care for a tour or may I show you to your room?”
“We’re set, thanks.”
The man handed him a key card. “Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to make your stay perfect.”
After thanking him, Maximo guided me to an elevator. Once we were inside, I asked, “Do you