“This is amazing.” Nicole’s breath created a mist on the window. With her palms and face pressed against the glass, you could tell she was thoroughly enjoying the view...and she wasn’t the only one.

“Let’s go check out the bedroom,” Kate said suddenly.

Since Kate and Nicole headed to the first bedroom, Becky and I headed to the other one. In the center was a huge king-sized bed with the finest and most expensive linen and bedding. Nonetheless, the bathroom was my favorite. It was bigger than our living room, with marble trimming and—my personal favorite—a huge whirlpool tub.

Looking at the pamphlet that was set on the powder room counter, I discovered that not only did we get our own private check-in line, we had twenty-four-hour butler attention, VIP seating to their shows, and this suite was about 4,000 square feet in size.

“I’m going to have to thank Matthew in a special way,” Becky said, texting...most likely to Matthew. Speaking of which, I had to call Max to let him know that we had arrived safely. “This is too much, not that I’m complaining.”

“Let’s go eat,” Kate hollered from the living room.

“Feisty,” Becky chuckled, grabbing her coat as we all did the same.

“Where to?” Nicole asked, placing her arm around the three of us and pulling everyone into a hug.

“Anywhere, Nicole. It’s your weekend,” I replied, snuggling into her hold as we walked out the door. However, food was the last thing on my mind. Thinking of it made me feel sicker to my stomach.

Chapter 3

Becky

After dinner, we gambled on the slot machines; mostly quarter slots. None of us were big gamblers, so we stayed away from the tables. Being that it was already past midnight, we decided to head back to our suite. We were pretty beat from work and the four hour long drive. Having a full day ahead of us tomorrow, we all agreed to call it an early night, even though I wasn’t tired. Jenna was one of the main reasons why I agreed we should go back to the hotel; she looked overly exhausted.

Scrolling through my texts with Matthew, I couldn’t help but miss him. It had only been a little over twenty-four hours since I last saw him, but this was the first time I’d ever missed someone I was dating this much. Seeing that everybody was already asleep, I sat in the living room in front of the plasma television and flipped through the channels in the dark. When my cell phone rang, I was happily surprised.

“Matthew.”

“Becca.” I could see his sexy, naughty grin in my mind as if he were standing in front of me.

“You’re not sleeping?” I whispered, but I didn’t know why I did. It was not like my friends could hear me, especially since the place was huge and their bedroom doors were closed.

“I couldn’t sleep. You’re not next to me.” His tone was pouty.

I laughed at his comment, but I loved that he was thinking of me. “Sorry. I miss you, too. I’ll be home very soon.”

“I know.” I heard an intake of breath. “I already asked you this question earlier, but do you like your suite?”

“It cost too much, Matt, but, yes. I would be crazy to say no. I need to find a way to thank you.” My tone came out flirty at the end.

“I know how you can.” His tone was sultry, luring me in. Oh shit! What was on his dirty mind? “I want you to touch yourself.”

What? “Matthew,” I laughed softly. “You’re not here.”

“Just pretend I am. Have you ever had phone sex before?”

I almost choked on my own saliva. I’d heard of and done many things before, but this was a first. When I didn’t answer, Matthew continued, “I can’t believe I’m going to be your first.” He sounded so proud. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

His words alone were turning me on. Holy shit! “You mean I’m going to make myself feel good.”

He chuckled lightly. “However you want to see it.”

The preview  p**n  on the television wasn’t helping either. I thought about watching it, but Matthew or Max were going to pay the bill, and no way did I want them finding out that one of us watched one. “This isn’t going to work,” I said. However, my hand was already kneading my breast, but I pretended it was Matthew’s hand instead.

“I’m stroking my dick, Becca. I’m pretending your tongue is licking it.” Whether or not Matthew was really doing what he said, I didn’t care. It was working for me. “Put your hand on your clit, Becca, and touch it the way I do it. Pretend it’s my finger. Imagine me sucking it hard there, baby. Can you feel me?”

Holy f**k! “Yes,” I replied, feeling my chest rise and fall with the pleasure that was building inside of me.

“Now...stick your finger inside and pretend that’s my dick. I’m going to pretend I’m inside of you.”

Hearing Matthew groaning into the phone brought me to another level of excitement. There was no way he could fake that sound; it was too genuine. Every moan he made intensified the need for him. “Can you feel me, Becca? Push in deeper.”

“It’s not the same,” I whimpered. My body was in limbo. I couldn’t satisfy myself, and the more I tried, the build-up became unbearable.

“Want me to finish it for you, Becca? You want me inside of you?” His tone whispered into the phone in the most delicious way. I was already losing my mind, yearning for him.

“Yes, but you’re not here.” I said it somewhat angrily, trying to tame the throbbing ache between my legs. I was mad at him for pushing me over the edge, to the point that my pants were halfway down, my breast exposed, and I was now watching the stupid  p**n . How I got to this point, I had no clue. It was as if his words were magic, controlling my actions.