Vegas Surrender by Sasha Peterson Page B

for their money. They kept themselves up well. No t-shirt and
stretch pants in this place. They were dressed to impress. The men
all wore slacks and dress shirts or jeans and collared shirts just
like my husband.
    “ You want another?” Daniel patted
my hand.
    My gaze went from a beautiful redhead tossing
her head back as she laughed, surrounded by a group of men, to my
glass. I didn’t realize I’d finished my drink but apparently from
the empty container and buzz setting in, I had. “Yes.”
    This time, we didn’t stay at the bar with our
drinks and spectate. We headed to the dance floor. A ledge along
the back wall allowed for drink placement. I took a sip and set my
drink next to Daniel’s then placed a napkin on top of both of our
glasses. I turned toward the dance floor. My husband was already
into the music, his body swaying to the fast-paced beat. He wasn’t
the best of dancers but worked well with in his two-step
limitation. I glided closer to him and moved my body along with his
to the music. Daniel spun me around so my back was to his chest. I
looked in the dance floor mirror and caught a reflection of us.
“Ebony and Ivory” but really more like “Caramel and Vanilla.” I
wasn’t dark enough to be considered ebony, but Daniel was
definitely white. Without a sun-kissed tan, his skin almost
resembled milk in the winter months.
    His brown curly hair matched his newly grown
beard perfectly. No longer the well put together businessman, he
looked more on the rugged side. I was instantly turned on from the
change.
    He whirled me back around, and we continued
dancing. A group of ladies joined us and made him the center of
their attention, one a brunette with a dark tan, the other a red
head and their friend a blonde. I didn’t mind. It made Daniel blush
a bit, but he clearly enjoyed the attention. My eyes stayed in the
mirror and on Daniel as he tried to keep up with the tall blonde of
the group while I stepped back to the wall and took a sip off my
drink.
    “ Came back for more?”
    I hadn’t noticed the dark-haired one approach.
Startled, I almost choked on my drink. “Yes, why not?” I tried to
stifle a cough. She was taller than I thought. We both had on
heels, but she was taller than me without them.
    “ I’m glad you did. I spotted you
guys yesterday. You’re very pretty.” Her piercing green eyes slowly
scanned my body.
    A sense of being exposed swept over me. I
murmured, “Thanks,” and finished off the rest of my cocktail. I set
the empty glass on the ledge and joined Daniel to save him from the
other women. After that last drink, I felt in tune with the music.
I backed my butt all up on Daniel and dropped it down to the
floor.
    As I rose up, his breath tickled my neck. “Wow,
what’s gotten into you?”
    “ It’s Vegas, baby!” I shouted back
and kept on dancing.
    I ground my backside into his and enjoyed the
rise of his manhood. Others did the same with their dance partners.
Compared to them, I was much more subtle. Some women were outright
massaging the men through their pants. Watching them excited me.
Heat seeped between the creases of my legs.
    “ Let’s go upstairs,” I whispered in
his ear.
    Smiling, Daniel nodded. I had read his mind.
The private rooms were shown to us on a tour the day before. My
husband grabbed my hand and guided me to a room directly in the
center. Inside sat a gray leather massage table. I wasn’t sure if
it was the one he had in mind, but several others were already
taken.
    We stepped inside, and he pulled me into his
arms for a sensual kiss. I loved Daniel’s kisses. His tongue did a
slow dance in my mouth before deepening. A tingling sensation crept
down my spine, something I hadn’t felt in a while. As our tongues
intertwined, his hands eased down the zipper on my top. He slowly
pulled the small metal piece down, and my dress floated to the
floor. His lips moved from my mouth, to my neck, and then to my
breasts. He toyed with them one by one as