Page 42 of Reckless Chance
Sean pulls me in for a kiss. As he deepens it, my heart rate rapidly rises and the earlier events of the evening melt away. I’m completely lost in the moment.
A deep voice interrupts, saying, “Welcome to the High Roller.” I jerk away.
“Who’s that? I thought we were alone.”
“We are. It’s the recorded program.”
“Of course. I’m still a little skittish.”
“Understandable,” Sean says, pulling me close again.
The voice proclaims, “Tonight you’ll soar 550 feet into the air on the largest observation wheel in North America. As you circle above the Las Vegas Strip, you will have a breathtaking, 360-degree view of the world-famous Las Vegas Strip. Your journey tonight will last thirty minutes. Enjoy!”
“Do you want a drink or a snack?” Sean asks.
“I’d like to take in the view. Thirty minutes will go by quickly.”
“That works for me.”
The cabin itself is impressive. Monitors mounted around the top edge display various facts and statistics about the High Roller and Las Vegas. Bench seats near the center offer a place to rest as you sip a drink and watch the neon lights of the Strip. Those not frightened by heights can stand against a railing within inches of the glass walls and take in the sights as if floating in the air above the hotels, casinos, and people, who appear like specks moving along the sidewalks below.
While I’m not comfortable with heights, that won’t stop me from appreciating the amazing sights. I slowly walk toward the full-height window and gaze out onto the Strip with all its extravagant lights illuminating the dark night sky. Warm arms slip around my waist, pulling my back into Sean’s hard chest. I sigh.
A soft kiss lands on the top of my head. Then his lips caress my earlobe, and a puff of breath sends tingles down my spine.
“Are you feeling up to a little more fun?” he asks.
“It depends. What do you have in mind?” I whisper.
“Don’t be coy with me. You know exactly what I have in mind.”
“We can’t do that here. There are cameras.”
“That makes it a challenge. We’ll be creative. Are you game?”
“I’m game if it won’t end up on the internet.”
The lawyers at my firm wouldn’t understand. I’d lose my job.
“I promise that won’t happen. I’ve got you covered. Literally. Lean forward. Support yourself against the glass and arch your back. I want that gorgeous ass in the air.”
He keeps his arms around my waist as I follow his instructions, resting my hands on the clear wall.
His hand reaches under my skirt, migrating slowly up my inner thigh.
“You bad, bad girl. You should have told me earlier that you were bare. Why were you hiding that from me?”
“I didn’t have time to put on underwear.”
“You should always be like this,” he mumbles into my shoulder as his fingers trace circles around my swollen clit.
“That feels amazing, but it may not work. My nerves are still frazzled from being mugged. I don’t know if I can relax.”
He stops circling my nub, leaving his finger pressed against it.
“That’s why my beautiful girl needs this. Close your eyes. You don’t need to do anything. Let me make you feel better. Will you let me do that?”
“I’ll try.”
