Chapter 112

"The only thing I don’t like about this car," she said, "is that it isn’t conducive to letting me suck your dick while you drive."

I could only smile at her before the wing doors popped open, and a short, bubbly, strawberry blonde hostess greeted us.

"Welcome back, Mr. and Mrs. Cameron," she said.

"It’s such a pleasure to be here," I said with a smile.

It was a perfect day in Vegas. The sky was an immaculate blue. The sun shone fiercely, but it was only in the mid-70s, so it felt good and warm.

"May I help you with your luggage?" a bell attendant asked.

I shook my head.

"We’re traveling light today," I said.

"What brings you to Las Vegas?" the hostess asked, her five-inch heels clacking on the tile as we walked into the SkySuites entrance.

"A birthday party," I said.

Kat shot me a glance.

"Well, enjoy your celebration, Mr. Cameron,&qu