CHAPTER 22
Maddie
I won’t survive the night without one.
As soon as I’m back in my room, I look up adult toy stores. I’m not surprised there’s one nearby, but I am a little surprised at how many there are. I guess I shouldn’t be. It is Vegas, after all.
There’s a store only two blocks away, an easy walk.
Riggs gave me a prepaid credit card with five thousand dollars on it.
He acted like it was nothing. I guess it’s nothing for him.
He said it was to be used for “one thing and one thing only—to have fun.” Then he added, “If it runs out, there’s plenty more where that came from. ” I pull out the card. Fun it is.
Getting on the elevator to go down to the lobby, I’m reminded of how I ended up in this situation in the first place.
I hugged him at the airport because I was so excited to tell him the good news about Mom, that and I’m so grateful for all his help.
But what started out as a thank-you hug turned into something entirely different when my cheek pressed against his muscled chest. Then, when his big arms pulled me in, it took every bit of restraint I had not to arch my back and grind against him.
In fact, I might have just a little. And if that wasn’t bad enough, when I felt him swell, oh my gosh, it was like my whole body caught on fire.
Then, when he handed me my room key, our fingers touched.
It was for a mere second, but the roughness of his skin and the size of his fingers sent the naughty part of my brain into overdrive.
In that brief moment, all I could think about was what it would feel like to have those fingers rubbing the front of my panties before slipping inside me.
Then the table at the restaurant was so tiny our knees kept touching. The privacy of the draping tablecloth had me imagining slipping my foot out of my shoe and rubbing his cock with my toes until he was moaning out loud.
And when he said he would have swallowed the whole jar of peppers just to see my breasts, all rationale went out the window. All I could think about was how those hands and lips and tongue would feel on my nipples…and other places.
Everything about this evening sent my hormones into overdrive, but nothing was as bad as the elevator ride after dinner.
Right before the doors closed, a big group of rich college-age kids hopped on.
The boys wore pricey-looking watches and big gold necklaces while the girls’ tiny dresses barely covered anything.
Pushed to the rear of the elevator, Riggs’s back was against the wall, and my back was pressed against him.
One of the guys hit the button for the thirty-sixth floor.
By the second floor, it felt like Riggs had a large cucumber in his front pocket.
By the fourth floor, that cucumber grew into a giant burrito. What the hell? Could he really be that big? I literally lost control and arched my back to press my ass into him and the burrito turned hard as a baseball bat.
By the time we reached the thirty-sixth floor, I nearly had an orgasm. Thank goodness the doors opened just in time. As soon as I reached my room, I knew I needed the mother of all vibrators, and because of Riggs, I have the money to buy the best.
The elevator door opens to the lobby, and I take in a deep breath. I might need extra batteries too.