Free As Luck Would Have It by Jennifer Anne Page B

can you do, woman?”
    She quickly pecked his lips and wiggled her eyebrows. “You’ll just have to stick around to find out.”
    Marcus had every intention of sticking around. In fact, he was planning in his head how he could become permanently attached to her. “Let’s dry off and go home.”
    Sydney loved the way that sounded. “Home.” She wished she could figure out a way to take him back with her to her home. “Sounds like a plan. Can we walk back, though? I really don’t want to sit in the car while wet and sticky.”
    “Sure, why not. You haven’t seen much of the strip. It’ll be fun.”
    On the way to the hotel, Marcus stopped to get a hot dog on a stick. Oddly, watching him eat it made it difficult for Sydney to walk straight. Now she was craving an ice cream cone. Payback’s a bitch, ha. The first opportunity she got, she ordered a creamsicle twist in a cone. She had to lick fast to beat the Las Vegas heat.
    Their nice leisure stroll turned into a power walk. Marcus linked his arm with Sydney’s and started hauling ass back to the hotel. She yanked on his arm, “Marcus, why don’t you just carry me so we’ll get there faster?” She was totally kidding, but the look on his face warned her not to joke. In fact, he looked like he wanted to throw her over his shoulder and flat out sprint back to the hotel.
    “I’m so onto you, woman. You got that ice cream cone to drive me crazy. Well, it worked. Now put some pep in your step before I have to pull you into one of these casinos and have my way with you in a broom closet.”
    “I just might take you up on that offer.” She sashayed in front of him. 
    Thank god they were keeping up the pace. Sydney pulled Marcus by the elbow as they rounded the corner toward the Bellagio. Scampering through the lobby, Sydney noticed a utility closet door open. Oh, could I possibly. Bad Sydney, bad. Without warning, she clenched Marcus’ hand and yanked him into the closet. Not wasting a moment, she wrapped herself around his body and took possession of his mouth.
    “A little help here,” she said, attempting to release his dick from his swimsuit. “I can’t hold on and reach behind my ass to situate everything.” She couldn’t hold back her laughter. The dumbfounded look on Marcus’ face was priceless. “What’s the matter, Big Boy? You’ve never done it in a closet before?”
    “Actually, I’ve never had someone yank me into a closet before. I’m utterly shocked.” Pushing aside her hands, he freed his penis and dragged aside her bikini bottom.
    Sydney repositioned herself directly on top of Marcus’ cock. “Oh,” she moaned softly, prompting Marcus to grab her hips and begin thrusting against her. Whether from the excitement of being in an unlocked public closet or in reaction to the preceding events, it didn’t take long before they both reached their climax.
    They didn’t waste any time looking around after exiting the utility closet. Instead, Marcus and Sydney made a bee line for the elevator. As soon as the elevator door opened, they burst out laughing. “Very mature, Sydney.”
    “Were you not enjoying yourself in there? You seemed more than willing to participate in the escapade.”
    “Baby, I would participate in any escapade as long as it’s with you. I would have done you in the middle of the lobby if that’s where you wanted me.”
    She wrapped her arms around his waist, gave him a kiss on his lips, pressed her head against his chest, and squeezed. “I love…” she paused, “…being with you.” Fucking smooth. Good catch, Sydney.
    When they returned to the room, Sydney convinced Marcus to take a shower with her. Marcus was so gentle and considerate, shampooing and conditioning her hair. His hands gave the best messages, and not just while washing her hair.
    After he rinsed her hair, he soaped up the loofah sponge and began washing her body from her neck to her toes in a gentle and chaste manner. “Can I wash you there?”