The city’s famous nightlife was just getting started but all he wanted to do was catch a flight back to Baltimore. After emptying his pockets on the bureau, which doubled as an entertainment center, he grabbed the room service menu and crossed to stand in front of the large window that overlooked the Strip. Even in February, the sidewalks bustled with activity and the cars moved in slow motion. The last time he was in Vegas, he and Kat had spent a week touring the nightclubs together. Kat did amazing things for traditional club wear. His dick still hardened at the mere thought of discovering her bare-assed beneath a formfitting gold skirt that was so short, he hadn’t even needed to push the hem up in order to get inside her. All she had to do was lean over far enough to rest her elbows on the wall outside the Bellagio fountains, and he’d slid right in while the oblivious crowd pressed close around them. God, he loved that woman. Room service forgotten, Liam swiped his thumb across his cell phone screen and unzipped his pants with his other hand.
