Page 84 of Sin With Me

"I think Fisher and Landen were gonna hit up the casino downstairs. We could swing by them for a bit. I think the girls were gonna go to the bar while they waited."

"I heard someone talkin' about a strip club," Delilah blurts. "But it was for the ladies' if ya know what I mean."

"Ooh, like the Chippendales..." Mrs. Fanning smirks, and I chuckle at her suggestive tone.

"There's a great show called Thunder From Down Under," someone behind us chimes in, and we turn around. "Australian male dancers."

"Hmm...I vote for that one," Delilah quips.

Once we finally get to our floor, Mrs. Fanning and Delilah go to their room, and I go to mine.

Since we're heading out again, I decide to take a quick shower to rinse off the day. Time doesn't seem to exist in Vegas, especially with how bright-lit everything is and how many people walk around all night long.

A year ago, I would've indulged in the nightlife a lot more than I am now, and when I went last year, I definitely partied like I had nothing to lose.

But now I've learned I don't need to do that in order to have a good time or enjoy the company I'm with, especially when that company is Delilah.

And this time, I havea lotmore to lose if I fuck up.

Grabbing a towel, I step out of the shower and dry off. The showers here are the best I've ever experienced, and I almost didn't want to get out. But I know Delilah will be ready soon.

Speaking of...

A knock at the door tells me she's here now.

I wrap the towel around my waist and then rush out of the bathroom to grab the door.

"Hey," I say, stepping back so she can enter.

She changed into another gorgeous dress, but this one's darker and more flowy.

"You look beautiful in this." I pluck the material between my fingers.

Ignoring me, she stares at my bare chest and then lowers her gaze to the towel resting on my hips. "You showered?"

"Yeah, I figured I had time," I tell her as the door closes behind her, bringing us closer. "It'll just take me a few minutes to get dressed. Did you decide where you wanna go?"

I walk toward my suitcase, but then her fingers wrap around my wrist and she yanks me toward her. "Actually..." Her other hand releases the knot on my towel and it falls to my feet. "I was thinkin' it was my turn to taste you."

Blinking in disbelief, I swallow hard. "Now?"

"Unless you'd rather I drag you to Magic Mike Live and let them give me a show instead." She bites down on her lower lip, looking up at me through her lashes.

If that's her version of trying to seduce me, it's working.

"Uh, definitely not." I tilt up her chin, stealing a kiss. "But you don't have to if?—"

"Wilder, please...shut up for once." She wraps her palm around my half-erect shaft, and I smirk at how adorable she sounds taking charge.

When she looks down at her hand and furrows her brows at my piercings, I know she's curious about them. I jerk my cock and she lets go as if a snake bit her.

"Oh my God." She scowls at me when I chuckle.

Wrapping my palm around myself, I give it a few tugs. "Am I allowed to talk now?"

She rolls her eyes at my smart-ass comment. "What's that kind of piercin' called?"

I hold up the tip to show her better. "A magic cross. Two barbells cross each other through the head. That's why there's four balls stickin' out."