Kinky Neighbors Two Read Free

“Here’s to coming full circle,” he said
softly, his eyes dark with meaning. He’d told her he’d chosen Tahoe
specifically, not just for the convenience of a quickie marriage, but because
it was where their foursome had started, the beginning of the end, and the
start of the new beginning. Their beginning.
    “To coming full circle,” she
agreed.
    Beneath the table, he pulled her
leg over his. “Now, about the gambling, we can do that anytime.” He trailed his
fingers up her thigh beneath the hem of the cream-colored dress in which she’d
been married.
    “We’re in public, Mr. Mitchell,”
she admonished, but her voice came out slightly breathless and seductive.
    His eyes glittered. “No one’s
watching.” He traced little circles, moving higher to the bare skin above her
stocking. “I love the thigh-highs, Mrs. Mitchell.”
    She loved her new name said in the
sexy timbre of his voice. He was hard against her thigh, and his touch was
making her wet. “I want to use up my free ten dollars we got with the players
card,” she groused. But her nipples were hard beads against the sexy lace bra
she’d bought.
    “We can use it later.” He leaned
in, licked her ear, then blew a warm breath on her.
    She gave an involuntary full-body
shudder.
    “I want you now,” he whispered, his
finger stroking the delicate crotch of her thong. “I’d do you right here if I
could.”
    Alexis wanted to straddle him, take
him. Here. Now. But even in Nevada, you’d get arrested for having sex in
public.
    “You’re already wet,” he said
softly, his gaze holding hers as he pushed a little deeper into her cleft.
    Alexis bit her lip to trap the moan
inside.
    “Oh yeah”—he smiled wickedly—“ real wet. And ready. Think I can make you come right here?”
    One arm around her shoulder, he
held her against him and worked his magic between her legs. Heat rushed to her core,
and her body started to move with the rhythm of his stroke.
    Yes, yes, he could make her come,
right here and now. That was his power over her. It was sexy, it was hot, it
was risky. But for tonight, she wanted to ride the edge with him. This was
just the appetizer.
    Alexis grabbed her purse and threw
too many bills on the table. She put her lips to his ear and her hand on his
cock. “If you want your real wedding feast, Mr. Mitchell, you better hurry. Or
I might have to start without you.” Then she slid out of the booth.
    She walked quickly despite the high
heels, but he caught her with his long-legged stride and pulled her beneath his
arm. She loved his height. Even in three-inch heels, she was only five-six, and
he was well over six feet. Next to him she felt petite, and safe.
    Their waiter winked at them. The
hostess waggled her fingers. They skirted around a couple haggling over whether
to eat now and have the 99 cent tacos and margaritas or wait until after six
o’clock and have the 9.99 steak dinner.
    The slot music was louder out here,
and the aisles were starting to fill up with gamblers looking for the perfect
machine that would hand them the big payout. A waitress tottered on monstrously
tall heels, a tray of drinks balanced on her hand.
    Drew pulled Alexis behind a bank of
unoccupied slot machines and kissed her hard and deep until her head was
spinning. It was him, not the margaritas. His touch, his scent, his taste, how
much she loved him. He made her dizzy with desire.
    He hauled her to the elevators,
stabbing the button hard, then pressed her close. “I’m not sure I can wait,
baby,” he muttered in her hair.
    The elevator car came, a nicely
dressed Latino couple got off, and Drew practically dragged Alexis inside. He
shoved his card key in to activate the car and punched their floor number.
    Then he was on her, hoisting her up
against the wall of the elevator. Her skirt rode up. “I want to take you with
your legs wrapped around my waist,” he whispered.
    Alexis locked her ankles behind
him. “Right now?”
    Cupping her butt in