26. Lowri
LOWRI
“ W hat’s the High Roller? Are you taking me to an exclusive gambling club?” I ask.
“No. Your guess is way off. We’re headed to the LINQ Promenade. You’ll see.”
“Oh! You mean the big Ferris wheel? Is it called the High Roller?”
“It’s not exactly a Ferris wheel, but yes, that’s where we’re going. It has one of the best views of the Strip.”
“I can’t wait. This is going to be amazing!”
“The cheerful Lowri returns. It’s incredible how quickly you bounce back from adversity.”
If he only knew. Unfortunately, I had practice at an earlier age.
I need to refresh my lipstick. Damn—no purse, no lipstick.
Minutes later, our limo pulls into the driveway beneath the High Roller. We hop out and take a quick elevator ride to the boarding deck where we’re greeted by our host.
“Mr. Cartwright, thank you for joining us tonight. Your private cabin with a bar is ready. Our senior bartender, Lucas, will take care of you this evening.”
“Thank you. We’d prefer to be alone. We can pour our own drinks,” Sean says.
“Of course, sir. Right this way. Your cabin will be arriving shortly.”
“Thank you.”
We follow the host to our designated boarding spot and wait as cabins slowly slide by. Embarking passengers swiftly replace those exiting. It’s a well-orchestrated operation.
“Mr. Cartwright. You will be boarding the next one,” our host says.
As the cabin approaches, the door opens and a man says, “Welcome aboard.”
We step in as our host says, “Have a lovely evening. Lucas, please step out. Your services will not be required.”
I watch as Sean deftly palms a few bills into Lucas’s hand, drawing an appreciative smile and nod. It’s reassuring to see that Lucas didn’t lose his tip merely because we want privacy. Not all billionaires would give a second thought to Lucas. The fact he did is important to me.
I just wish he would tone down his attitude with the Athena employees when they don’t live up to his exacting standards. He doesn’t show that level of frustration with others, so I’m not sure what’s causing him to take that approach to managing his staff.
That said, he’s welcome to bring his alpha-ness to the bedroom. He’s sexy when he’s growly. Who am I kidding? He’s always sexy regardless of whether he’s the one in control.
“Here we go. Are you ready to see Vegas from a new vantage point?” Sean asks.
Without stopping, the cabin moves forward and the door closes, leaving us sealed in our own little world.
Turning toward him, I nod.
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.”
His finger resumes the circles, first one way and then the other. I moan as he increases the pressure.
His other hand moves to my breast, squeezing gently. My nipple pebbles under the fabric. He rolls it between his thumb and forefinger, causing sensations to run through me.
He nibbles on my ear and softly blows behind it. As chills run down my neck, he chases them, dotting soft kisses from my earlobe to my shoulder. His teeth graze my shoulder just hard enough, I know he’s leaving a mark.
I groan as he moves his hand to my other breast and removes his other hand from my swollen clit. “No, don’t stop.”
“Patience, my dear.”
With his freed hand, he moves my hair to the side and peppers kisses along the back of my neck and up to my other ear.
As his fingers toy with my nipple and give it a gentle twist, his other hand roams down my front and finds its way between my legs.
“Oh my god, yes,” I moan as he slips a finger into my core and circles my bud with his thumb.
“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last long,” I add.
“That’s the idea. Come for me, sweetheart,” he says, thrusting a second finger into me. I go over the edge instantly, squeezing tighter and tighter until the pulsing finally slows.
“Oh my, that was soooo good.”
The deep, recorded voice startles me again, saying, “You are one-third of the way through this journey.”
“That felt like we were all the way.” I laugh.
“We’re only getting started,” Sean growls.
I feel him reach between us to unfasten his belt.
The sound of his zipper opening has me panting in anticipation.
He’s making good on his promise for more.
With one hand pulling me into him, his other hand slides the back of my skirt up.
Then his steel cock slips between my cheeks and down where I crave it.
With a commanding thrust, he fills me and begins moving slowly at first.
“More. I need more. Please,” I beg.
“Whatever you want,” he says, entwining both his arms around me and holding us close as he gives me everything I could want.
“I’m close—so close. Don’t stop. Yes. That’s it. Yes. Yes. Yes!” I scream as he takes me over the top again and joins me in his release as the deep voice interrupts us again.
“You have now reached the peak. We hope this is the highlight of your evening.”
We both burst into laughter as Sean carefully extracts himself, smooths my skirt, and discreetly deals with the condom he had somehow managed to don.
“You don’t think they saw us, do you?” I ask.
“No, I promise no one saw anything. I kept my back to the camera, and you were safely hidden in front of me. And as an extra precaution, my IT people are friends with their IT people. The cameras were set to have a little glitch for the last 30 minutes.”
“You bad boy! Why didn’t you tell me that to start with?”
“It wouldn’t have been as much fun.”
“True.”
“Their prerecorded message was timely though. That was definitely the highlight of my evening so far.”
“Mine too. Can I have that drink while we watch the view on the ride back down?”
“Absolutely.”