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A happy ending for our princess.

I gave a little laugh and looked in his direction. "So what is it that you do?" I asked him. We had been talking for an hour and a half and had not even found out each other's names.

"Let's not talk about stuff like that." He groaned. "Tell me, do you like to dance?" There was that twinkle again.

"I have been known to get down every now and again," I answered as the cocktail waitress brought the check over. I handed her a twenty to cover the drinks we had had and my mystery guy stopped her and shoved a neatly folded bunch of bills into her pocket and grabbed the money I had given her out of her hand.

"Can you believe she wanted to pay?" He stage whispered to the weary looking waitress. She chuckled and asked if he needed any change back and he smiled and shook his head. "C'mon," he said as he grabbed my hand. "Let's go dancing."

We walked through the lobby and ended up on the backside of the hotel. We were standing just on the edge of the parking lot.

"This isn't The Strip!" I pouted. Instead of answering, this beautiful man caught me up in his arms and gave me a mind altering kiss that made my body tremble from my head to my toes, and made my ears ring.

"Whoa," I said softly when we finally pulled apart. He leaned his forehead down to mine and gave me a wicked smile.

"That is exactly what I was thinking," he kissed my cheek, then my eye, then my mouth again.

"You're really hot, you know that?" I whispered to this man I had felt a connection with since the moment I had laid eyes on him.

His laugh was low and intimate. "You're really hot too." He let me go and I stepped away from him. "Ready to see The Strip?" he asked me. We entwined our fingers around each other and hurried off to the first stop of the night. We decided to take a cab to a certain hotel that was made famous by a certain music television station and we danced for hours, kissing, rubbing against each other and grinding our bodies together. At the end of the night we were holed up in a secluded booth kissing one another the way you only do when you are fueled by booze, hormones, and pheromones. I watched his light-colored hand slide over my tight dark brown belly and sighed sensuously.

"I know we just met," he was saying into my ear. "And I don't want you to think that I do this with every woman I meet, but I want you to come back to my room with me." He moved my hand down to his erection and I gasped at the length I felt through the material of his expensive-looking slacks. It took only a moment for the word yes to slip through my lips, and then the next thing I knew we were being whisked by taxi to the Venetian Hotel.

The splash of the gondola oars hitting the water mesmerized me and I marveled that at even three in the morning there were people who still wanted to take a boat ride. I leaned against one of the marble posts and got lost in thought, one of which was 'What the hell are you doing, Cesca? You don't know this man at all.'

'But somehow I just know that he won't hurt me,' I countered back to the voice in my head. 'And it has been an awful long time since I got some.' I laughed out loud at that thought and felt his lips brush the nape of my neck.

"What's so funny?" he asked gently. He crossed his arms over my waist and pulled me to him.

"Nothing. Really," I said when he made a little grumble of disbelief. He chuckled and then kissed my neck. I was going to melt into a little pile of goo if he didn't stop soon, I just knew it! "We should really go up to your room before I rip your clothes off right here," I said with a giggle.

He didn't answer, he just tugged at the tie of my sweater and I caught the front and held it to my body before it opened completely and flashed all of Las Vegas. I tied the sweater back up and turned to him, then as fast as I could I unzipped his trousers and slid my hand through the gap. I watched his eyes close in pleasure as I stroked the length of him hard and fast, then I slipped my hand out and heard him sigh with frustration.

"Your room. Now." Was all I said.

We hurried thou

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