He laughed. I laughed, and that’s when I stopped, looked him in the eye and had the strangest sensation creeping evilly down my back.
“You okay?”
“Sure. Little drunk.”
“Intoxication breeds familiarity.”
“Better than contempt,” I quipped.
I knew then that we were going to sleep together.
We walked the Strip getting sober, then intoxicated ourselves back into a lovely stupor about the time we landed on his hotel bed.
For a half hour, I had been staring at his crotch, my lips watering with desire in my not-so-veiled attempt to guess the size of his erection. Flat on his back, the package between his legs tented his jeans nicely. I began the massage, running my palm over the spongy area, realizing that he was getting rapidly erect.
“Just what I like, a decisive man,” I purred, taking t
