Hot in the City 2: Sin City Read Online Free PDF Page A

speak when I tell you to speak and only then. Now, tell me you want me to suck your cock, bad boy.”
    He looked down into those lovely hazel green eyes, intense and punishing and hot. “I want you to suck my cock.”
    “I’m going to suck you ‘til you come,” she said. “You might want me to stop, you might be tempted to beg me, because it’s so fantastic you can’t stand it, or because you don’t want to come yet, but if you say a single word, I’ll stop for good, understand? So be a good boy and be very quiet, except for one last thing. Tell me you want to come in my mouth.”
    Mmm, yeah. “I want to come in your mouth.”
    As his schoolteacher-type dominatrix lowered her lips over his shaft, taking him all the way to her throat, he stroked himself harder. He prayed he was still alone, but he wasn’t about to open his eyes and find out—it would break the fantasy and he was in too deep to let that happen. In his mind, his hand was Diana’s wet mouth, sliding up and down his hard cock, sucking him in, sucking, sucking, all the while looking up at him with her forceful dom eyes behind those austere yet sexy glasses.
    Before he quite expected it, he was biting his lip to stifle his moan, and his come went shooting into the tissues he’d placed there to catch it, his body jolting with hard twitches of pleasure.
    “Damn,” he whispered, not quite able to believe he’d just jerked off in a conference room where anyone could have caught him.
    He opened his eyes and was—thank God—alone. He had no way to know, of course, if anyone might have happened into the room, then exited when they’d seen what he was doing, but no point in worrying about it.
    The only thing he was really worried about at the moment was his fantasy girl’s reply to his e-mail. He clicked the button to check, and sure enough, a message from her waited in his inbox. Blood ran hot through his veins as he clicked to open it.
     
    Am wondering if I’ll be able to resist all the sin in Sin City. Will call you tomorrow afternoon and we’ll find out. D
     
    Jackpot, he thought, pulling back the arm of an imaginary slot machine. If it was up to Marc, Diana was going to sink so deep into sin here that she wouldn’t ever want to crawl out.

Chapter Two
     
    Diana’s room at The Venetian bordered on luxurious. She hadn’t expected the company to put her up at one of the expensive hotels on the strip, but she certainly thought it would make her visit to Vegas seem…more like a visit to Vegas. Already, the lush atmosphere was beginning to intoxicate her a little.
    Her suite featured a king-size bed with elegant fabric draped on the wall above the headboard to form a faux canopy, and a sunken living room area divided from the bed space with a wrought iron half-rail. The pale walls contrasted against the rich shades of burgundies and reds in the fabrics.
    After unpacking her suitcase and ordering a late lunch from room service, she picked up the phone and dialed Adrianna, Inc.’s corporate line.
    “Adrianna, Inc., where all your lingerie dreams come true,” answered the receptionist in her usual perky tone.
    “Hi Holly, it’s Diana. Can you put me through to Marc?”
    “Sure thing. Hey, are you here?”
    Diana laughed. “Yep, I’m hanging out in my lovely room at the Venetian.”
    “Plush, I bet.”
    “Very. I’m surprised we provide such accommodations for ourselves,” she said on a light giggle.
    “Well, you know Adrianna. She likes only the best.”
    Even though Diana didn’t actually know Adrianna, she supposed she did know that much about her.
    A moment later, Marc picked up the phone. Knowing he was only a few miles away made him sound all the sexier. Diana’s pussy actually quivered when he said, “I’m glad you’re here.”
    They discussed the usual—her flight, her room—until finally she said, “So, are we on for tonight?”
    “Absolutely, sweetheart, and I’ve got quite an evening planned for