Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“What?” she asks, her eyes roaming my face.
“Kiss you whenever the fuck I want,” I share before I tilt my head to the side and make out with her in the middle of the lobby. People zoom by all around us, but I’m lost in her taste. The kiss is long, it’s wet, and it’s fucking glorious. “Fuck,” I curse when I let her go.
“Was that not good?” she asks, leaning into me, my hand on her hip going to the top of her ass.
“That was so good that if we don’t leave, I’m going to fuck you on that table.” I motion with my head to the side where a round table sits.
She laughs with her hand on my chest. “Nash, that kiss was good”—she tilts her head to the side—“but it wasn’t panty-melting.” She nips the bottom of my jaw. “I think you can do better.”
“Oh, baby,” I say, and her eyes go darker, “I’m making it my goal for you to try to remember a time my mouth wasn’t attached to you.”
“Now is a good time to start.” She tilts her head back, waiting for my kiss, and I don’t let her wait long. Whereas the last kiss was hard and wet, this one is just as wet but softer until she presses her tits into my chest. Then my hand on the top of her ass goes south, grabbing her ass and squeezing it while I pull her to me. Both of us moan at the same time, drowning out the other one.
“How’s that for a start?” I bend to kiss her neck.
“I mean, it’s a start.” She winks at me as I turn to walk out of the venue and toward our hotel. We zigzag through the crowd, her hand never leaving mine while we go through the revolving door together. Her laughter makes my hard cock turn to granite. I walk over to the concierge desk, and the man looks up at me with a smile.
“Good evening,” he greets us. “How can I help you?” He looks at me, and then at Zoey standing right beside me.
“We want to get married,” I reply to the man, and Zoey turns from beside me, moving her fingers in mine so she’s got her front against my side. “Now.”
I want to say the man is surprised by this request, but it’s Vegas, and I’m sure he gets asked this hourly. “I see,” he says. “Well, let’s start with the first thing. I’m assuming you are both over the age of eighteen.” I don’t have to answer because Zoey snorts from beside me. “You both need a valid driver’s license, passport, or Social Security card.”
We untangle from each other. My hand goes to the wallet in my inside pocket, tossing the
license on the top of his counter. Looking over, I see Zoey toss hers right next to mine. He nods at us. “The marriage license fee is seventy-seven dollars,” he states, and I toss my black credit card right next to the other two. “Perfect, now you need to take the marriage license application to the Clark County Marriage Bureau,” he instructs, looking at his watch. “You have about two hours until they close.” He holds up his finger but only to pick up his phone. “Good evening, this is Curtis from the Bellagio. I have a couple who are on their way to pick up a marriage license.” He stops talking. “I can email you all their documents to start the process, but they will be handing in the original one, as well as their two pieces of ID.” He looks at us and smiles.
“Yes,” Zoey says from beside me, “I think that’s a good sign.”
He hangs up the phone and looks at me. “Okay, I need you both to fill this out while I scan your IDs,” he directs, handing us a form. “While you do this, I will also have a driver ready to take you there and wait for you.”
“We need a chapel,” I say, grabbing a pen to fill out the form. “Whichever one you know.” I look at him. “Whatever the cost. I want whatever package you have, just bigger and better.”
“Of course, we can have it here. I know someone who can marry you right after you leave the courthouse.”
“Oh, we need Elvis.” Zoey leans in to say in my ear, “We can’t get married in Vegas without it being Elvis.”
“My wife would like Elvis.” I wink at her as I turn back to Curtis. “Also, the honeymoon suite, is it available?”
“I would have to check the availability,” he says, turning to his computer and clicking on a couple of things. “We have one available.” He reads the screen.
“We’ll take it,” I tell him as I finish filling in my information and then hand the pen to Zoey, who starts on her side.