Hot in the City 2: Sin City (6 page)

Diana swallowed a long drink of the light, fruity wine, then took both their glasses and set them aside. Pointing at Marc, she curled her finger forward as if to silently say,
Come here
. As he began to move toward her, she shifted to her knees and reached up to open the car’s sunroof. The sights and sounds of Vegas seemed to spill in upon them, but that wasn’t enough—she wanted to feel herself sinking into this place, absorbing it, with Marc.

Balancing on her heels on the plush seat, she poked her head up through the roof and let the hot wind blow through her hair. Easing up through the opening to stand behind her, Marc wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her steady. Mmm, this was more like it, she thought. A sexy man holding her close as they whisked through one of the most decadent cities on earth.

Turning slightly, she reached one arm up behind his neck and pulled him down for a sensual kiss. She practically purred as his warm tongue eased into her mouth—he kissed just as good as she could have imagined, and this first kiss with Marc was far more electrifying than any kiss she’d ever shared with Bradley.

Their kisses continued, growing more sensual and hot with each passing moment as the limo eased up Las Vegas Boulevard, a million lights from grand hotels and casinos surrounding them on either side. When his cock grew hard against her ass, Diana couldn’t resist wiggling against it. “You feel so good,” she said, her voice nearly getting lost in the hot wind whipping above the moving vehicle.

As she looked over her shoulder into his eyes, his hands eased upward from her waist onto her breasts. She released a slight moan at finally being touched by him in one of her most sensitive, achy places.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly near her ear. “I mean, considering the Bradley situation.”

She turned her head toward him again, practically purring her answer. “I told you, we’re not together right now. And the reason is…you. I want you so much more than I’ve ever wanted him, Marc. I wish I didn’t feel that way, but I can’t help it—I do.”

Behind her, she heard him pull in his breath at her reply. “I’m so glad. And, mmm, you feel good, sweetheart. These lovely breasts feel just as gorgeous as they look in that hot little dress.”

Still peering over her shoulder, she let her tongue slide sensuously over her upper lip and said, “Squeeze them.”

At this, his big, capable hands molded her deliciously. Diana didn’t care that anyone on the street or in other cars on the massive ten-lane boulevard could see him caressing her—she simply arched her needy breasts into his hot palms and drank in the sensations as his shaft grew still bigger, harder, like a column of steel at the crack of her ass. It felt so right, so natural, that it was amazing to her they’d just met face-to-face tonight. Clearly, you really
could
get to know someone through only phone calls and e-mail.

“Woohoo! Yeah, baby!” a guy yelled on the street when they were stopped at a red light.

Marc growled in her ear. “I think he likes watching me play with your pretty breasts.”

She wiggled her ass against him in response, and the guy on the street, who was part of a sizable crowd dressed to party, yelled, “Flash us, honey!”

Diana didn’t know whether it was the wine, the arousal, the city, or the fact that it had been far too long since she’d felt this free and open with a guy, but without hesitation, she placed her hands over Marc’s on her breasts, slipped her fingertips inside the halter top of the dress, and pulled back both sides to reveal herself to the crowd on the street.

An array of cheers and hollers—from both men and women—rose up as she shimmied her boobs back and forth for the spectators, and their response made her cream her panties a little more. Only as the light changed and the limo started forward again did she put her dress back into place, laughing at her own crazy wantonness. Marc still wrapped around her from behind, now chuckling, too. “Damn, sweetheart, I knew you’d be fun, but…”

She turned to him with a playful smile. “I can’t believe I just did that!”

He grinned. “Well, believe
this
—it totally turned me on. Not that I needed any help in that area.” He leaned into her again from behind, reminding her.

She flashed her sexiest look. “Did you like them?”

“I didn’t even get to see them,” he said, looking at once frustrated and amused. “But the fact that you’re wild enough to have that kind of fun makes me think you and I are more alike than I realized.”

“Well, maybe you’ll get to see them later,” she tormented him, turning back to face the warm breeze.

The fountains of the Bellagio danced next to them on the right side of the car, and the mock Eiffel Tower of the Paris Hotel towered on the left. Overhead walkways and trees rising from the sidewalk added to the ambience and made her feel utterly surrounded by this town. Behind her, Marc’s cock felt bigger and bigger as his hands lowered to the front of her thighs, slowly easing up under her dress.

“Are you sure you’re only nine inches?” she asked above the sounds of the street and the wind. She was teasing, but she was also beginning to think maybe he hadn’t lied.

He laughed. “Only?”

“Okay, color me impressed. You feel incredibly huge.”

In reply, he slid the delightfully hard shaft against her, easing it deeper into the valley of her ass, at the same time pressing his fingers over her miniscule panties. She let out a pleased gasp as his touch echoed through her needy pussy. “Mmm, baby,” she said, and began to move her cunt against him.

His voice came low, heated, in her ear as they undulated against each other. “You’re so hot.”

“Mmm,” she purred in reply, still rocking her body, rubbing against him, front and back, delicious. “Rub my pussy. Rub my sweet little cunt.”

Her dirty words elicited another hot growl from him as the car eased to a stop at another red light. “Do you know how badly I want you, sweetheart?”

“Why don’t you tell me about it?”

“I want to thrust this big, hot cock so deep in—”

“Davenport!” a guy suddenly yelled from the street.

Both of them stopped moving, in shock, and Marc muttered, “Shit,” under his breath as both of them looked toward the voice.

“Who is it?” she asked.

“You won’t believe this, but it’s Dan, the guy who gave me the show tickets and the limo.” He lifted a wave to his friend and Diana looked over to find two guys in nice suits—one dark-haired and classically handsome, but looking just a bit rough around the edges; the other blondish, tan, and cute, with broad shoulders beneath his suit jacket.

“See you’re having a good time in the limo,” Dan said on a laugh, and Diana wasn’t sure if he was referring to the fact that they were both poking their heads through the sunroof or that Marc was with
her
, a girl in a sexy dress who probably had “hot and ready” written all over her face.

“Dan, Craig, this is Diana Marsh.” Marc looked back to her. “I used to work with these guys at Brookner Advertising before I joined Adrianna. Speaking of which…” Again he glanced to the two good-looking guys. “I thought you had a late presentation tonight and that’s why you couldn’t use the car and the tickets.”

A triumphant smile spread across Dan’s face, making him appear just a little predatory. “Just got the biggest account of our careers, dude.”

By this time, the limo driver had pulled the car to the side, realizing his passengers were talking to someone on the street.

“We were just on our way to celebrate,” Craig said, “but, uh, looks like the rest of our group just disappeared into the crowd without us.”

Dan peered up at them, head tilted. “So, is this a private party or is there room for two more?”

On one hand, Diana wanted to be alone with Marc, but on the other, his friends seemed nice enough, and Dan
had
given them the limo. Not wanting Marc to feel put on the spot, she answered. “There’s plenty of room. Come on in.” Then she turned to Marc and said quietly, “If that’s all right with you.”

He wore a small, knowing smile and spoke softly, as well. “I was just about to put my hand inside your panties, but I want whatever
you
want.”

The two guys were already moving toward the car, so they didn’t hear when Diana whispered, “I’m not sure I could say no, even now,” just before ducking back through the roof.

Marc followed suit, dropping back down into the car next to Diana, trying to absorb what she’d just said. Did she mean…? Did she want him to touch her even though they had company now? He’d meant exactly what he’d said about going for girls who liked to get wild, so the skin around his cock stretched a little tighter at the notion.

Despite their dirty phone call, he’d been concerned with making sure she would welcome his advances, afraid she wouldn’t be into watching what had turned out to be a strip show, and figuring old Bradley would keep them apart. He liked her too much to risk letting anything ruin their relationship.

He knew nothing
serious
would ever grow between them—for more reasons than he could name. They lived two thousand miles apart, he hoped to be moving to Europe soon, and despite her attraction to him and her breakup with Bradley, she seemed to feel some obligation to the guy. But no matter what happened while she was here, he’d wanted to make sure that in the end they’d still like each other, still be able to work together in that easy way they’d developed, a way that made work seem an awfully lot like play.

Because of that—hell, if she’d shown up wanting to do nothing more with him than watch a movie or share a pizza, he’d have happily done it. His dick would’ve been none too pleased, but he liked her enough to just want to be around her, whatever the activity.

Now, though, she’d finally convinced him that she was indeed as playful as the girl he’d been flirting with for months, and as naughty as the girl who he’d masturbated with on the phone. And the boyfriend hindrance had disappeared, at least for the time being. So even though he’d have settled for pizza, he and his cock were both a hell of a lot happier waiting to see exactly how wild she was willing to get in this limo—alone, or with his two friends along for the ride.

Once inside, Dan and Craig settled back in the plush bench seat across from them and Dan reached for the open bottle of wine and two more glasses. Diana cuddled up to Marc, locking her arms around one of his, pulling her legs up in the seat beside her so that her warm thigh pressed against him. Her breasts, half-exposed from the deep, open neckline, rubbed against his arm through his suit jacket.

Dan took a sip of his wine and narrowed his gaze on Diana. “Where’d you find this beautiful woman, dude?” he asked Marc.

In an effort to say,
Whatever happens here, she’s mine
, he slid his hand between her thighs, midway between knee and crotch. “Diana and I are sort of…” He gave her a playful glance. “…e-mail pen pals. And now she’s here on business.”

“And pleasure, too, looks like,” Craig chimed in with a grin.

“By the way, how’d you enjoy the show, Diana?” Dan inquired, wearing a suggestive smile.

She didn’t even blush when she said, “It was fun. You missed some very hot women, Dan.”

The two guys across from them chuckled at her sexy candor and Marc was impressed as hell with her sensual confidence. “I’ll bet,” Dan said.

“So…your first time in Sin City?” Craig asked before taking a sip of wine.

She nodded. “And although the show was very sexy, I’m…still looking for some serious sin.”

Chapter Three

Over the next hour, they drained two more bottles of wine and cruised the strip. As they passed the mega-resort casinos, Craig gave Diana his opinion on the best places to gamble, and Dan, conversely, seemed to have seen every show in town. “Not just because there are mostly naked women in them, either,” he claimed with a laugh.

“No,” Marc said, chuckling, “couldn’t be that. It’s because you’re such a connoisseur of fine song and dance.”

As they passed the towering pyramid of the Luxor, Diana asked Craig how the gambling was there.

“There? It sucks,” he said softly, offering a sad sort of smile.

She raised her eyebrows and took a drink of her wine, waiting for an explanation.

“Blackjack dealer who works at the Luxor broke his heart,” Dan explained.

She blinked. “Really?” She was always interested to hear about people’s romances—failures or successes. She might have few inhibitions when it came to sex, but inside, she held the notion of true romance dear.

“Sad but true,” Craig confirmed. “Won two hundred bucks at her table the night we met, and she refused to go out with me, saying she’d get in trouble for dating a customer. But I kept coming back, so many times that I wasn’t a customer anymore—”

“More like an annoyance,” Dan injected, making them all laugh lightly.

“And finally,” Craig went on, “she went out with me.”

“
What
was her name?” Marc asked as if trying to remember. “Marlene or something?”

“Marla,” Craig said before switching his gaze back to Diana. “It got serious fast. I was crazy about her.”

“What happened?” Diana asked.

Craig shook his head regretfully. “Old boyfriend re-entered the picture. Eventually she went back to him. Left me high and dry four months ago.”