Forgotten Promise (Forgotten Series Book 2) by Virginia Wine Page B

arms not
knowing how to share this discovery. Cupping her soft blonde curls, as we both
downshift to reality. We lay in each other’s arms, quiet sensuality brewing
between us.
     
    “Fiancé,
I notice you still have several other options on the nightstand here.” She
tilts her head to the right.
    “All
for you,” I challenge.
    “Can’t
wait.” The tease.
    “Stamina
contest again, sweetheart? You have yet to win this game.”
    “Shameless,
am I?” Loving every second of her after-play.
    “I’ll
say.” Nibbling on her ear.
    “Sleep,
then round two pronto.”
     
    The arrival
of breakfast wakes me with a light knock on the door, I wanted an early start.
I have one more surprise up my sleeve. Vegas is a place unlike anywhere else,
so sleeping beauty needs to wake.
    “C’mon, beautiful,
time to wake up.”
    She
squints one eye open with her hair strung over her face. “Says who?
    “Guilty
as charged.” Taking in the sight of her.
    “One
would think you had some top-secret plot?” Her mouth curves into a smile
    “Seize
the moment, baby. Shower and get dressed.” Ripping the comforter off her sweet
body.
    “Sheet’s next,” I
warn.
    “No,
I’m up.”
    As I
watch her make it to the bathroom.
     
    Only
thirty minutes later, my girl is ready, Fuck, a tight faded jean skirt, strides
towards me as I notice the too-tight Rolling Stones T-Shirt, with a huge tongue
on the front. I’ve never seen this before. “Love the tongue, is that a hint?”
Running my finger around the edges of the graphic.
    “As if
you needed one.”
    “I’ll
say.” Grabbing her hand, I feel the ring, my ring. I bring her hand to my lips
and kiss it fondly.
    We grab
the next available cab, it’s a quick trip as we pull up to the High Roller.
     
    “You
come up with the most outrageous ideas,” she says, nodding.
    “Indulge
me.”
    She
glances up at me with a wary eye. “Have we ever discussed boundaries?”
    Obviously
combating her nerves. “Nah, not my thing.” Grabbing her hand, dragging her out
of the car, chucking to myself when I hear a moan. I buy the tickets, and out
of nowhere Mr. “All Eyes” is checking out my new fiancée, then he speaks.
    “It’s
slow right now, night time is the most popular time to come,” he continues
speaking, but not to me only to Bryer.
    There’s
a reason for my timing, dumb ass.
     
    “The
High Roller is 550 feet tall, and 520 feet in diameter, it’s the world tallest
Ferris wheel,” he continues.
    What
the Fuck, with a capitol F.
    “It was
opened on March 31, 2014.”
    “Oh,”
Bryer comments. “Is it safe?”
    “Oh
yes, most people stand in the spherical cabin and look out the glass windows,
admiring the view facing North and South.”
    “Yeah, I
won’t be doing that,” she says, knowing she most certainly will, and she’ll be
screaming my name at the same time.
    “The
wheel takes thirty minutes to complete one full rotation.” He leans in even
closer.
    “That’s
all the time we’ll need.” Holy Jesus, is he going to stop? I pull her away in a
huff, grabbing the tickets.
    “What
was that?” she innocently questions.
    “You
make friends wherever I go. Imagine that.”
    “Your
idea, babe.”
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    We step
into the large glass enclosure, it’s quite impressive. And the doors close.
    “We
have this all to ourselves?”
    Silly
question. “Yeah, he said it was slow during the day.” I smirk.
    And it
starts to move, the higher we climb the closer I approach her. There’s a charge
of excitement.
    I’m
positioned behind her as we admire the view that becomes more spectacular as we
climb. “Put your hands flat on the window.”
    She
turns her head slightly looking into my eyes, questioning. But her hands are
there.
    I’m
plastered to her body, my front to her back grinding into her ass. All thoughts
become pointless but one.
    “If you
keep this up, I’ll have my wicked way with you,” she threatens.
    “I’m
counting on it.”  Chuckling at the sight