𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 ᶜʰʳⁱˢ ᵇʳᵒʷⁿ 𓆙

𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠

Kacee sat in the passenger seat. She wore a leather dress. It was short and made by a designer she loved. Her legs were bare, and her feet were clad in a pair of black, lace-up high heels. Her hair was done up in a sleek bun, accentuating her delicate features. She had a pair of black, heart-shaped sunglasses perched on her nose, hiding her eyes from the world. Her lips were painted a shade of lined brown. She glanced over at him, admiring the way he looked.

He sped down the highway, the wind in his hair. His hand rested on the wheel, his fingers curling around it possessively. "You know, Kacee," he drawled, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, "I'm really glad we're doing this." His voice was smooth, like honey.

"Me too." She crossed her legs, the movement making her breasts bounce subtly against the fabric of her dress. She took a sip from the champagne flute in her hand, the cold liquid leaving a trail down her throat.

He placed his hand on her thigh, his thumb rubbing soft circles over her skin. "I missed you, baby." His voice was low, almost husky. "I know we've both been busy with our careers and everything, but I never stopped thinking about you." His hand continued to move, and Kacee couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine.

"Babe ..." Kacee moaned as he pulled into the parking lot of the elite Las Vegas hotel named "Palms Casino Resort." He parked the car and switched off the engine, still keeping his hand on her thigh. "I missed you so much." He leaned over, kissing her softly on the lips. His lips were warm and wet, and she could taste the whiskey on his breath.

"Take your panties off." He whispered, unbuckling his seatbelt and reaching over to undo hers.

She slid her lace panties down her legs and handed them to him, her heart racing. The anticipation was killing her. "I want you so badly," she breathed, reaching for his crotch. "I need you in me." Her fingertips brushed against the bulge in his pants, and he groaned, his hand gripping her thigh tighter.

He stuffed her panties into his pocket, his heart racing as he gazed into her eyes. "Come on, let's go." He said, opening the door and helping her out of the car. They walked hand in hand toward the hotel entrance, his other hand resting possessively on the small of her back. The night air was cool, but it didn't seem to bother them as they made their way inside. The lobby was bustling with people, and Kacee couldn't help but feel like everyone was staring at them.

Kacee had never been to this particular hotel on the strip before, but she knew it was one of the most exclusive. The decor was opulent, with marble floors and towering chandeliers that cast a warm glow over everything. She could hear the faint sounds of a live band playing in the distance as they approached the registration desk.

She let Chris handle everything at the registration desk while she waited nearby, leaning against a pillar and admiring the people around her. The air was thick with the scent of expensive colognes and perfumes, and she could feel the energy of the place coursing through her veins. Chris returned to her side, handing her a room key on a gold chain. "After you," he murmured, gesturing for her to go ahead.

He walked behind of her towards the large elevator doors, watching her behind sway with each step she took. They walked inside the elevator and he pressed the button for the 63rd floor, the penthouse suites. "You ready for some fun?" He asked with a grin, leaning forward to kiss her neck. She shivered and arched her back into his touch. "More than you know." She whispered back, her voice husky.

"Don't crush your fingers sir," she added and he laughed. "So you got jokes now?" He said, grinning at her. She smirked back. "Just making sure you don't hurt anyone important."

He grinned. "Are my fingers important to you?" He asked, moving his hand down to her butt and squeezing. She moaned and arched her back into his touch. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing their luxurious suite. The room was huge, with a living area, a full kitchen, a dining room, and a spacious bedroom with an enormous king-sized bed. There was a balcony that overlooked the strip, and a bar stocked with top-shelf liquor. "Welcome home," Chris said, stepping out of the elevator and pulling Kacee into his embrace. He kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers. "This is all for you tonight, baby. Anything you want, you got it."