night owl, ladies.” Meg made an ugly face. “I look like this without my beauty sleep.”
Peals of laughter met that statement. Doreen glanced up from her phone for a moment. “Lunch tomorrow?”
“Text me and we’ll see if we can hook up.” The phrase hook up did nothing to help slow down her raging libido.
“I’ll make sure she gets back to the hotel safely.” Finn leveled a stare at the other women. “You ladies stick together and watch out for each other, all right?”
“Yes, Mom,” Doreen drawled with the kind of derision their students liked to dole out on a daily basis, but then she smiled. “Thanks for looking out for us. You’re right. Wandering off alone at night in Sin City is probably not the best plan.”
“My point exactly.” He slid his hands into his pockets. “See you all in the morning?”
“Late morning, maybe.” Carla snorted. “Try early afternoon. I might be out of bed by then. Maybe.”
“Well, all right then. Don’t have so much fun you get arrested.” He mock leered at her and she sniggered.
“Night, all!” Meg wiggled her fingers in a wave, latched on to Finn’s wrist with the other hand, and dragged him toward the main entrance of the hotel. The pathways through the casino looped around on themselves, which made navigating them a pain in the ass, but she was determined to get out of there as quickly as humanly possible. She was on a mission to get laid.
Her body throbbed with every step, her thighs sliding together, the shortness of her skirt letting air brush against skin that was usually covered. It made her more aware of her bare legs—legs that he’d stroked, teasing her beyond all reason. He set his palm against her low back as they walked, his fingers burning through her dress and increasing her agony. Her nipples tightened, jutting against her bodice. God, she wanted his hands on them, his mouth sucking at the sensitive peaks.
The cab line was thankfully short, and they soon slid into the backseat of a taxi. Finn sat close enough so that his thigh was plastered against hers. The quirk of his lips told her he crowded her on purpose.
She leaned forward, subtly slipping her hand into his lap, and addressed the driver. “Caesar’s Palace, please.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Her fingers feathered up the length of Finn’s cock, and he made a strangled noise. She gave him an innocent “what’s wrong” look and a muscle in his cheek began ticking. His shaft pulsed against her hand, the muscles in his thighs going rock hard as he tensed under her touch. His chest bellowed as his breathing sped. His eyes closed and his head fell back against the seat. She loved that she could make him tremble with need. The heady power of it ratcheted up her own cravings.
The stoplights were with them, and they sped down the Strip. Even then, it wasn’t fast enough for her. She flicked her thumb over the head of his dick, making him jump. A low growl spilled out of him, and she shivered at the near-feral sound. Shooting him a sideways grin, she took her hand back as they pulled up to the hotel.
Finn threw a bill at the driver and manacled Meg’s wrist with a steely grip. She barely managed to grab her purse before he hauled her out of the cab and across the lobby. She had to scurry in her heels to keep up with his long strides. Another couple got into the elevator with them, and she wasn’t sure if she was grateful or resentful of their presence keeping Finn and her from going at it on the ride up. They reached Finn’s floor and he pulled her out.
The moment the elevator closed behind them, she reached over and skimmed her hand over his backside. The man was built like a Greek god. It was a shame he had to wear clothes. Then again, the moment they were alone, she intended to rip every garment off his very fine body.
“I forget that you’re not as sweet as you look.” He shuddered when she squeezed his ass.
“You’re welcome.” She stood on tiptoe and nipped his
Peals of laughter met that statement. Doreen glanced up from her phone for a moment. “Lunch tomorrow?”
“Text me and we’ll see if we can hook up.” The phrase hook up did nothing to help slow down her raging libido.
“I’ll make sure she gets back to the hotel safely.” Finn leveled a stare at the other women. “You ladies stick together and watch out for each other, all right?”
“Yes, Mom,” Doreen drawled with the kind of derision their students liked to dole out on a daily basis, but then she smiled. “Thanks for looking out for us. You’re right. Wandering off alone at night in Sin City is probably not the best plan.”
“My point exactly.” He slid his hands into his pockets. “See you all in the morning?”
“Late morning, maybe.” Carla snorted. “Try early afternoon. I might be out of bed by then. Maybe.”
“Well, all right then. Don’t have so much fun you get arrested.” He mock leered at her and she sniggered.
“Night, all!” Meg wiggled her fingers in a wave, latched on to Finn’s wrist with the other hand, and dragged him toward the main entrance of the hotel. The pathways through the casino looped around on themselves, which made navigating them a pain in the ass, but she was determined to get out of there as quickly as humanly possible. She was on a mission to get laid.
Her body throbbed with every step, her thighs sliding together, the shortness of her skirt letting air brush against skin that was usually covered. It made her more aware of her bare legs—legs that he’d stroked, teasing her beyond all reason. He set his palm against her low back as they walked, his fingers burning through her dress and increasing her agony. Her nipples tightened, jutting against her bodice. God, she wanted his hands on them, his mouth sucking at the sensitive peaks.
The cab line was thankfully short, and they soon slid into the backseat of a taxi. Finn sat close enough so that his thigh was plastered against hers. The quirk of his lips told her he crowded her on purpose.
She leaned forward, subtly slipping her hand into his lap, and addressed the driver. “Caesar’s Palace, please.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Her fingers feathered up the length of Finn’s cock, and he made a strangled noise. She gave him an innocent “what’s wrong” look and a muscle in his cheek began ticking. His shaft pulsed against her hand, the muscles in his thighs going rock hard as he tensed under her touch. His chest bellowed as his breathing sped. His eyes closed and his head fell back against the seat. She loved that she could make him tremble with need. The heady power of it ratcheted up her own cravings.
The stoplights were with them, and they sped down the Strip. Even then, it wasn’t fast enough for her. She flicked her thumb over the head of his dick, making him jump. A low growl spilled out of him, and she shivered at the near-feral sound. Shooting him a sideways grin, she took her hand back as they pulled up to the hotel.
Finn threw a bill at the driver and manacled Meg’s wrist with a steely grip. She barely managed to grab her purse before he hauled her out of the cab and across the lobby. She had to scurry in her heels to keep up with his long strides. Another couple got into the elevator with them, and she wasn’t sure if she was grateful or resentful of their presence keeping Finn and her from going at it on the ride up. They reached Finn’s floor and he pulled her out.
The moment the elevator closed behind them, she reached over and skimmed her hand over his backside. The man was built like a Greek god. It was a shame he had to wear clothes. Then again, the moment they were alone, she intended to rip every garment off his very fine body.
“I forget that you’re not as sweet as you look.” He shuddered when she squeezed his ass.
“You’re welcome.” She stood on tiptoe and nipped his
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