Las Vegas Honeymoon by Francis Drake Read Free Book Online

noticed, the one fated to detect her light, woman’s perfume, to know how her nipples felt and tasted when they weren’t hiding below thin fabric, the way her eyes darkened to the color of a polished emerald before she came. Her body offered an assurance in that black dress, and he wanted to be the only person with whom the promise was kept. Somehow, he would persuade her into a replay of last night, and this time, he’d drive all thoughts of that cheating bastard of a fiancé from her mind.
    He couldn’t wait for the evening to start. No matter what she wore, he’d be hard for her during the party, anticipating what he had planned for afterward. And, call him shallow, but a part of him also liked knowing other men would admire her and envy him. He wanted to see hot desire in their eyes and know he was the man taking her home. They would imagine he’d be stripping her down, and sinking into her tight, hot pussy. And that was exactly what he intended.
    He returned to the counter where Betty carefully wrapped the red dress. “I’d like you to include the nightgown on the mannequin.” The pureness of the white and the delicacy of the embroidered rosebuds suited Mary’s sweetness.
    Suddenly, his mind conjured very impure images of the gown and Mary wearing it. His cock grew harder yet. He pictured her braced on the railing of their balcony, the bright, neon lights of the Strip making the dead of night appear light as twilight. He stood behind, hands on her hips, dick sunk hilt-deep in her wet heat. He’d hear her whimpers and moans of desire over the noise of the traffic below. And when she peaked, her trembling would set him off. He’d reach up to cup one of her beautiful tits and then he’d come, and come, and…
    “Sir?”
    He shook his head. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
    “I said not to worry. I’ll certainly take care of everything. Is there anything else? Perhaps a day dress for sightseeing?” Betty raised her brows. If she hungered for a sale, it didn’t show. She was a hell of a good salesperson.
    “Why don’t you choose something? An outfit both of us will appreciate. Do you understand?”
    Something flickered in her eyes. “I have something in mind.” She handed back his credit card and slid a sales slip across the counter, the total left blank. “If you’ll sign here? I’m sure you’ll find our quality and service to be the highest, but should there be a problem, please let me know.”
    “Thank you. I’m sure we’ll be very happy with the purchases.”
    With impeccable timing, Mary emerged from the dressing room. “Thank you very much for your help,” she said to Betty.
    “My pleasure. I hope to see you again. You have a perfect body for our line of clothing.”
    Mary blushed, one of the things Dan loved about her.
    The word slammed to the front of his mind and he shook his head again. She was special, sure, but did he love her? He wanted her, he craved her, but love was a lifetime thing. Was he ready for that? He’d never thought so before.
    An image flashed through his mind. Mary in the sexy black dress, him sporting the world’s biggest woody, and Elvis proclaiming them man and wife.
     
    * * * *
     
    After shopping, Mary returned to the
Marco
Towers
while Dan headed to the MGM. She poured a glass of wine and settled on the sofa with a book she’d purchased in the airport on the way to Las Vegas. Tears had kept her from seeing the words when she’d tried to read on the plane. Now thoughts of Dan did the same thing. After reading the same paragraph four times, she put the book aside and took her wine and thoughts out to the balcony.
    Below, the sidewalks teemed with people and traffic jammed
Las Vegas Boulevard
. Mary looked at the scene but didn’t see it. Instead, she remembered Dan’s body as he stood beside the bed last night. Legs like tree trunks supported him. Taut ropes of muscle played across his shoulders. Curly hair covered his chest, then tapered to an arrow