Chapter 3 Junie’s POV

As we stepped into the room, the door closed softly behind us but it was somehow louder in my chest.

For a brief moment, we didn't move or say anything.

It was an awkward situation, as I glanced around to observe the suite.

It was bathed in a dim light that came from the polished surfaces and glass walls. 

The floor and ceiling windows revealed the beautiful Vegas skyline, the lights blinking like a living thing, restless and alive.

The room smelled like a hint of cedarwood mixed with an altogether male scent that was clean and sexy as hell too.

I swallowed hard.

My heels suddenly felt too tall, my dress too tight, and my skin too exposed.

He loosened his tie slowly, deliberately, as if he had all the time in the world. The silence stretched, thick with tension. I became very aware of my breathing, and how my heart raced like I was about to commit a crime.

He turned his head to look at me and said calmly, “You look nervous.”

I replied but my voice betrayed me as I said, “I don’t get nervous.” 

He smirked and said while gazing at me, “That was not an accusation.” 

I immediately changed my posture by crossing my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his steady gaze.

Though he wasn't looking at me like how men usually did in a hungry and obvious way.

But his stare was slower and heavier, as if he was trying to peel the back layers I haven't even shown yet.

“Still want to be here?” he asked.

The question surprised me but I nodded anyway. “Yes.”

As if he would find the answers he was looking for in my eyes, he studied me for a moment and then turned to pour two glasses of whiskey from a crystal decanter on the table.

“Do you care for a drink,” he asked, handing me one.

“It helps quiet the noise.”

I took it and our fingers brushed briefly. 

The eye contact sent chills running down my spine, unwelcome, thrilling, and undeniable.

I sipped my drink and it burned my throat warning me from the inside out.

“What noise?” I asked.

“The kind that follows you into rooms like this,” he replied, taking his own drink. 

My grip tightened on the glass. He didn’t know me and yet the words hit right where they hurt.

I needed air and space, so I went close to the window.

I pressed my hand against the glass. “I’m just out of something,” I said in a low voice.

“Something bad?” he asked, not pushing and also not prying.

I exhaled. “Something broken.”

Silence took over again but this time it felt different and safer.

He moved closer, it was so close because he was standing next to me and I could feel his heat through the air between us.

Except my body didn’t get that memo because it responded immediately. As if it had been anticipating this.

“Broken things aren’t useless,” he said.

“They’re honest.”

I turned to face him. He was overwhelming up close. His calm confidence was something that needed to be studied. 

And the way he looked at me like he wasn’t in a hurry to be anywhere, like he expected me to walk up to him instead.

Before I could second-guess what was about to come out of my mouth I asked, “Why did you bring me here?"

He looked confused for a second but changed his facial expression to something I couldn’t read, he said, “Because you wanted to come.”

“That’s not an answer.”

"Cause that's the only one that matters." 

He moved closer and removed a loose strand of hair away from my face and immediately his knuckles touched me slightly, I felt a cold chill running down my spine.

“Because Vegas does something to people,” he murmured in a low, husky voice.

“It gives them permission.”

“Permission for what?” I whispered.

“To stop pretending.”

Suddenly I felt this courage from nowhere and before I could think of anything, I leaned in and kissed him.

The kiss felt so perfect that it didn't feel forced or sloppy, it was just perfect as we both tasted each other's saliva for a while.

His hand narrowed down to my waist, it was firm and I melted under his touch as my nerves shook a bit.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead on mine and asked softly, “Still okay?” 

I gasped under my breath and said immediately “Yes.” 

He kissed me deeper this time and I felt myself losing control over my body as the heat between us and the steady rhythm of his breath matched mine.

The way he held me like I mattered in that moment and nowhere else existed to him, he finally stepped away, at that time I was already feeling dizzy.

He asked softly again, “Do you still want to stay?”

I didn’t answer with words.

Instead, I started unbuttoning his shirt while he stood there and watched me with his seductive beautiful eyes.

My hands betrayed me as I trembled and struggled to unbutton the remaining buttons.

He smiled, helped me with it and immediately the shirt left his body. I was too stunned to speak to see how well defined his body looked.

He looked so good to be true, he came closer, unzipped my dress and I was left with just panties and bra, before I could think of anything his lips were already on mine and more intense this time.

He lifted and laid me on the bed gently while kissing me intensely and began to remove my panties and bra slowly coming off, which was driving me insane.

When I was completely naked, he pulled back and zipped down his trousers as I began to breathe faster like it was my first time having sex.

He slowly crawled back to the bed, pecked my shoulder and then my chest and breasts but this time, he opened his mouth to taste it and I felt my blood running hot.

After sucking on one breast, he moved to the other one and sucked to his heart's content, he slowly went down to lick my belly button.

I was at the brink of losing my mind when I heard him say “Open for me, mademoiselle”

I opened my legs slowly and tried to cover my face with a pillow but he gently took the pillow and laid it at the back of my waist.

“Don't be naughty” he said as he looked straight into my eyes and I knew he wasn't joking.

I felt very ashamed to see how he looked at my private part like a delicious meal, then I suddenly felt his tongue on my pussy which made me moan.

I grabbed his hair as he ate and sucked faster.

He didn't stop for like two minutes and at that time I was already exhausted.

He removed the pillow, slowly inserted his cock into my already wet and swollen pussy which made me scream with every thrust.

He looked into my eyes and said “You're so beautiful,” he kissed me, thrusted deeper and faster and we both climaxed together.