Hot in the City 2: Sin City (12 page)

And not only was she hot and beautiful, not only was she a daring, adventure-seeking lover, but he also found her brilliant. He knew she thought everything she’d taught his team today about marketing Adrianna, Inc. was simple and obvious, but she’d made him understand that they truly did need a woman’s input if they intended to market items to women. He’d found her sense of authority rather sexy, too—it reminded him a little of Adrianna.

The thought of the boss lady made him shake his head lightly. Even though nothing had happened between them, ever since Diana had told him about Adrianna’s seduction attempt, he’d had visions in his mind of those two beautiful females pleasuring each other in Adrianna’s office.

Tonight Diana was all his, though. Even if he thought it odd that he was starting to feel a little possessive, as he’d told her back at work. That sort of emotion didn’t usually set in with a woman for a good long while. And yet, here he was, feeling selfish about someone he’d just met.

But they
hadn’t
just met, he reminded himself as he turned onto Las Vegas Boulevard. They’d gotten to know each other plenty before ever meeting in person. And she’d turned out to be…well, perfect. He sometimes ran with a fast crowd and it seemed unbelievable, incredible, to discover she
liked
the kind of crowd he ran with, that she fit so easily in his world. He’d always thought he’d have a hell of a time finding a woman who accepted and even enjoyed his lifestyle, and who was also smart enough and funny enough and sweet enough for him to want to be with in a long-term way, but…

What the fuck was he thinking? She wasn’t a long-term prospect, even if he wished she was. She might not be with good old Bradley in a technical sense at the moment, but he knew the guy remained in the picture for some reason. What type of man was he and how did he keep a woman like Diana happy? And even if Bradley
wasn’t
in the picture, well…he would soon be going to Paris if he got the job with Briolet. There was nothing here holding him back.

When he pulled up outside The Venetian, Diana stood waiting, looking as gorgeous as ever. It was the most casual he’d seen her—she wore a sexy white miniskirt and a tight fitting, multicolored pullover top. The brightly hued top hugged her beautiful breasts and was cut low enough to give him lots of cleavage to salivate over until he could get those two firm mounds of flesh in his hands and mouth. The white ultra-high-heeled shoes she wore were equally hot, and made her legs look even better than the last two times he’d had the pleasure of perusing them.

On the way back to his apartment, she filled him in on the shopping she’d done after work, the great new shoes she’d bought, and how she wanted to take one of the gondola rides offered at The Venetian before her stay there was through.

“I’ll gladly take you on a gondola built for two,” he told her, leaning over to kiss her just before they pulled away from a stoplight.

As they talked more about the sexcapades—or attempts at them—which had surrounded her since her arrival, he couldn’t help laughing, thinking that up until that moment in their visit, no one would’ve ever suspected the woman next to him was a total sex kitten on the prowl and that she’d been finding lots of interested alley cats since her arrival only a day earlier. He liked how easy it was for her to meld those two personalities into one—how she could be concerned with shoes and gondolas one minute and telling him how it had felt to be with three guys the next.

“I never could have imagined how it would feel to have three different men’s mouths on me, but I can’t deny that I loved it,” she told him.

He couldn’t help teasing her. “As much as you love sucking cock?”

She lowered her chin and gave him a playful look. “I enjoyed what I did with Dan and Craig, but you must have been able to tell last night that I loved your cock the best.”

Speaking of cocks, his was growing rapidly. He cast her a grin. “What’s so special about mine?”

She smiled, then spoke frankly. “Mmm, it’s so nice and big and straight, perfectly proportioned, and it fills my mouth so very well.”

He glanced down at the bulge in his blue jeans, which was starting to become painful. His zipper strained. “Damn, sweetheart, I need you to suck me right now. You just got me rock solid.”

She licked her lips, looking so sexy he thought it should probably be illegal. “Want me to?”

Did he ever. But he was also a sensible guy. “It’s still light out. If we pass any trucks or vans, they might see.”

“Do I seem like a girl who would let something as little as that stop her?”

God, she was fabulous. He smiled and leaned back slightly in his seat. “Then come and get me, baby.”

Diana bent over the console, working at his belt buckle and the button on his jeans. Even that much pressure near his straining cock was getting him hotter than he’d been just a minute earlier. He loved her eagerness, loved how she wasn’t afraid of any sexual situation thrown at her. Even if she’d been shocked by Adrianna today, he knew fear had nothing to do with her reaction. He also loved how easy this felt—how it somehow seemed like they’d known each other for a very long time.

After unzipping his jeans, she instantly pulled out his throbbing shaft and went down on him. “Oh, fuck yes,” he breathed and wondered how the hell he’d be able to drive the car now.

Getting a blowjob behind the wheel was one thing he’d never done, and he relished glancing down to see Diana’s head in his lap, working up and down; her warm little mouth felt like a slice of heaven. She sucked on him as if his cock were a giant straw, her lips wet and hot. The vibrations of the car added only slightly to the sensations, but enough that, at moments, her ministrations felt electrical.

“Oh baby, suck me with that sweet mouth,” he whispered. He nearly missed a red light, the quick stop jostling them both, but he reached down one hand to hold her head steady, and used the time to devote his full attention to watching her without the distraction of driving. He couldn’t resist lifting slightly toward her in the slow, heated rhythm she’d set. When a delivery truck pulled to a stop next to them, he didn’t look up, but wondered if the guys inside saw what a lucky man he was.

“Just three blocks left, sweetheart,” he whispered when he made a turn near home. “But just a little more and…oh yeah.”

His sweet little Diana kept sucking him and just as he pulled into the parking lot of his condo complex, he said, “God,
now
, sweetheart! Here I come!” and he shot into her mouth, nearly wrecking the car. He pulled himself back from the pleasure just in time to steer between the vehicles parked on each side of his space.

And he knew it shouldn’t surprise him when she kept her pretty lips wrapped around him and sucked him completely dry, but it still did.

* * * * *

As far as Diana was concerned, they’d started their evening off right. Now that she’d accepted her inability to say no to anything that involved this sexy man in this sexy city of sin, she wanted to soak up every bit of passion she could. Because whenever she went back to Baltimore, that was it—it would be like turning off a light switch. No more wild Diana. No more fun, exciting sexual experiences. And no more Marc.

That last part made her cringe a little, so she pushed it out of her mind. Right now, she was all about fun, and having sucked Marc’s big beautiful cock to orgasm before they even reached his place made her exit the car wearing a smile.

That was when she came face to face with a guy wearing old khaki pants that had been cut off into shorts, an open shirt with the sleeves ripped out, and a pair of untied work boots. He was big, dirty, sweaty—and handsome. “Hello,” he said. He had longish, messy dark hair, big green eyes, and a smattering of dark curls on his chest spanning downward and narrowing into a line that disappeared into his pants.

“Hey, Carter,” Marc said, approaching from the other side of the car. “How’s it goin’, dude?”

“Too damn hot out here,” Carter said with a grin.

“You eastern boys are pussies,” Marc said with a teasing laugh. “Out here, we like the heat. Hell, even Diana here isn’t complaining, and she’s from Baltimore.”

Carter shrugged. “Gets pretty damn hot down there, too. I’m from way up in Maine,” he said, smiling at Diana with crystal clear eyes.

“What brought you to Vegas?” she asked.

“Work,” he said. Then he pointed at the Weed Eater he held. “This glamorous job is only something I do on the side. By day I help construct those fancy hotels on Las Vegas Boulevard.”

“Diana is staying at The Venetian,” Marc informed his friend.

Carter grinned in recognition. “Ah, my first job on the strip.”

After a few more minutes of small talk, in which she learned that Carter lived in the condo next door to Marc’s, the couple excused themselves. “Or I’ll never get dinner made for this lovely lady,” Marc said.

“Can’t have that,” Carter replied. “I’d better get back to work, too, or I’ll be sweeping up grass clippings by moonlight.”

The moment they stepped in Marc’s door, he gave her a knowing grin. “So…what do you think of Carter?”

She smiled playfully. She didn’t usually go for the grimy type, but… “Hot,” she said, “if you want the truth.” Then she winked. “But not as hot as you.”

He laughed. “Carter’s a good guy, and chicks go for him, so don’t worry, I’m not hurt.” He narrowed his gaze, still looking amused. “So long as you keep reminding me I’m better.”

“After what I just did to you in the car, you shouldn’t have any doubts.”

Cupping her cheek in his hand, Marc replied by leaning in for a warm kiss. He could still taste the remains of his climax on her lips, and that brought her lovely ministrations back even clearer than her words did. “That was the most magnificent blowjob I’ve ever had, sweetheart.”

Licking her lip in a way that nearly turned him hard again, Diana sensually cupped his crotch and grinned. “I was inspired by my subject. I had a lot to work with.”

His chest tightened with fresh desire as he kissed her once more. “You drive me wild,” he purred in her ear.

Diana helped Marc with the simple dinner of spaghetti, meat sauce, and garlic bread he put together. “Sorry I can’t do anything fancier. I’m not a gourmet kind of guy,” he said as he dropped the spaghetti in boiling water.

“I love a good spaghetti dinner, and besides, I’m not exactly handy around the kitchen, either. None of us Marsh girls were blessed with that particular skill.”

He closed his arms around her. “That’s okay. You were blessed with
other
, much more
important
skills.”

“Now, Bradley, on the other hand, is a great cook,” she told him without thinking.

“Figures.” He leaned back against the counter.

She laughed. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were jealous.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I know that—broken up right now or not—you’ve got a guy waiting at home for you.” He crossed his arms and gave her a probing look. “So, do you do the kind of stuff with Bradley that you’ve been doing with me? Does he know what a hot little firecracker he’s got in you?”

As if
, Diana thought. Bradley would be positively horrified if he could see the extracurricular activities she’d indulged in here. “Uh, no.”

He gave his head a disparaging shake. “You’re wasted on him, sweetheart. Fucking wasted.”

Although she tried not to let it show, Marc’s words bothered her. It was so unusual to find a man who really thought her sexual freeness was a true plus, something you’d look for in a real, lasting relationship. Was he right? Was she wasting herself? Was her willingness to indulge her sexual whims truly something to value?
She’d
always liked herself and her actions just fine, but the people around her—her parents, the “serious” boyfriends she’d had here and there along the way, her counselors in high school and college—had certainly seemed to feel she was a problem child.

Before she and Marc sat down to dinner a few minutes later, he turned the lights low, lit candles, and poured two glasses of wine. Taking a seat across from her at the table, he held up his glass and grinned. “Same toast as last night. To tonight and whatever it may hold.”

She smiled and clinked her glass against his, and found herself wishing her relationship with this man wasn’t a temporary thing.

“Tell me about this Bradley guy,” he said when she least expected it. “I know he’s a great cook and that you seem attached to him, but I also know you’re out here having a damn good time with
me
. What’s it all about, sweetheart?” The tilt of his head and the care in his voice kept his question from sounding like prying. Further, it inspired her to answer truthfully.

She told Marc everything—about the bad girl she’d always been, about the good girl she aspired to be, about wanting to please everyone she knew and particularly her parents, about just wanting to be what
they
wanted her to be.

When she was done, Marc took a sip of wine and looked her in the eye. “Are you really gonna waste your life that way, Diana?”

She took a bite of garlic bread, chewing carefully, considering her answer. “How is it a waste to make people happy?”

“The only people
I
care about are the people who accept me as I am. Those are the only people I give a damn about making happy.”