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“Seriously?” I squeal and can’t help but gush, taking in the sights of the beautiful casino and resort. The fountains are going off and it’s beyond stunning. I’ve never been somewhere quite this fancy. “I’ve always wanted to visit here after watching a movie I once saw! In fact, I was just joking with my friends about it. Are we seriously staying here?!”
Keaton gives me a satisfied smile before leaning over and brushing his lips against mine. “I’m happy this makes you happy. You go ahead and explore while I take our bags and get us checked in.”
I let out another squeal before rushing out the car door and through the walkway to see the fountains. Taking in the beauty and wonder of it all, I can’t believe I’m standing in this place right now, with an incredible man offering me what is no doubt going to be the most amazing night of my life. Warm hands wrap around my waist and pull me in. “You feel so good in my arms, Baby,” Keaton whispers in my ear before pressing his lips to my neck.
I melt into him, and we stand there and watch the fountains shoot up into the air. When the water starts to die down, he takesmy hand and together we walk the Las Vegas strip, taking in the sights and each other.
I smile at myself knowing I was right. This weekend is going to be everything I needed.
Chapter six
Anna
I
f Las Vegas is considered the City of Sin, then the man sitting beside me is the devil incarnate. He has brought out every dangerous desire inside of me and the more I look at him, the wetter I get. Drinking with him is the weirdest foreplay I’ve ever experienced.
Our first stop is at one of the bars inside our fancy hotel. It is all creams and golds, and we sit here talking while munching on popcorn and chips. My third lavender lemon drop sits in front of me and Keaton is on his second or third old fashioned for the night. We talk about our family, reminding each other about his brothers and my lack of siblings. A sad moment passes by when I learn that he lost his dad several years ago and he speaks of his mom ever so gently, mentioning that she’s still a beautiful and incredible woman, but one with a broken heart.
Finishing up our drinks, we decide to go to Caesar’s Palace. We pose with several obscene statues, snapping pictures to commemorate our time together, laughing the entire time. “Wow, you really are a photographer. These are so good and allyou're using is your phone.” Keaton praises and I can't help but blush.
“Well, I didn’t exactly plan on an impromptu photoshoot, so I don’t have my fancy equipment with me. But it helps to have a marvelous model to work with.” I lean up on my toes and press a kiss to his lips. “Come on, let’s go to the casino and see how lucky we can get.”
As I try to pull away, Keaton tugs me to him and kisses me again so passionately I think we may end up needing to book a room here. “You’re going to get so fucking lucky tonight, Baby, but there’s no doubt that I’m the luckiest motherfucker in this town.”
My breath catches at his words, but before I can react, he’s walking to the casino, and I dutifully follow like the lovesick puppy I am.
Neither the blackjack tables nor slot machines were doing anything for us, but the drinks were plentiful and there’s a beautiful buzz in my head. We head outside for some fresh air, thankful that the temperatures have cooled a bit. Glancing up and down the strip, I spot the hotel Skyla mentioned earlier, but then my eyes light up at the sight across the street. “Let’s go!”
Tugging Keaton’s hand, he follows me as we cross the road and step in front of the beautiful pink display. As gorgeous as it is, I take us in a different direction, laughing as he tells me to slow down and asks where we’re going.
“Look, Keat!” Shortening his name like I've known him all our lives feels right and the nickname falls off my lips easily. “I’m in Paris!” I twirl around in front of the resort, giggling with excitement and am full of joy I don’t think I’ve ever experienced with anyone else. “Can we go see the Eiffel Tower?”
“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” The way he looks at me has me thinking he truly means it.
The views from the observation deck are incredible, but the view I’ve had all night is even better. Keaton is so fucking hot from the silver flecks that glisten in his hair to his strong hands with these lickable veins that run through it. Who knew veins could be a turn-on, but here I am wanting to run my tongue down every single one that lines his body. I never knew forty could look so good, but he pulls it off flawlessly. I don't know why I've never considered dating an older man before, but I certainly see the appeal now.
On top of the fact that drool drips from my mouth and down my thighs when I see him, he’s just a great guy. We’ve talked and laughed, and I can see how much he loves his family. His face lights up when he mentions his niece and it makes me wonder what this incredible man would be like as a dad. No doubt better than my own. There’s no way Keaton would force his child to work for a slimy man.
I take a drink from the martini we ordered before heading up here, expunging all thoughts of Daniel from my head. When I pull the drink away from my lips, I notice Keaton smiling at me. Every smile he gives me makes my heart flutter. I should probably see my doctor as soon as I get back and make sure there’s no chance of a murmur or something more serious. It’s probably not normal to have all this activity over someone I’ve known for less than twelve hours.
“How’s your first night in Paris, Baby?” I flush at the pet name he’s been calling me all night. The endearment squeezes my chest every time he says it.
“Perfect. This is absolutely incredible. You really should stop spoiling me, though.” Keaton had insisted on paying for everything tonight, from our drinks to our tickets here at the tower. Even when I wanted to just experience the slot machines for the first time, he insisted it’s more fun to gamble with someone else’s money.
“I’ve enjoyed spoiling you,” he wraps his arms around me and brushes his lips against mine. “And I plan on spoiling you a lot more later.”
My thighs tighten as the mound between them begins to pulse in need. I try to hide my arousal by looking back at the busy goings on beneath us. There’s nothing near this busy back home in Kentucky, even in the bigger cities.
So many gorgeous and infamous hotels and casinos line the street, including the one I am so excited about staying at tonight. Future brides and their friends wear sashes as they stumble along the pavement. A little wedding chapel advertises that your wedding there will be fast, fun, and legal. A giant sphere glows like a prism behind a terrifyingly large Ferris Wheel.
“I don’t get it, Anna,” Keaton says quietly, bringing my wandering attention back to him.
“What’s that?”
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. I don’t want to fuck you.”
The alcohol in my stomach turns sour at his confusing confession. I’m officially at the limit where it’s a fine line between a good time and a breakdown and even drunk I’m not sure I can handle a breakdown in front of this man. Apparently, my face doesn’t hide the pain I’m feeling from his comment.
