It wasn’t long before we came to a nice spot just on the outskirts of the city, which had a panoramic view of Vegas. I couldn’t help but smile with delight at the sight before us. Colorful lights stretched far into the distance, and it was breathtakingly beautiful. I thought the lights looked like stars in the night sky.

Beside me, William switched on the interior lights, which instantly brightened up the small space. He even left the headlights on so that the area surrounding us had good visibility. Then he retrieved what I assumed was a picnic basket, which I had no doubt Joseph must have prepared for him. The smell was certainly inviting, and I couldn’t help but eye the basket with delight.

When William opened the hamper, there was an assortment of club sandwiches, savory cheeses, sweets, and fruit. To the side, there was a bottle of champagne and a carton of orange juice. I had no doubt that the champagne was for William and the orange juice was for me.

William put the carrier between us, and said, “Help yourself,” as he started serving himself.

I delightedly accepted the offer and said, “Thanks.” I randomly picked a club sandwich and started eating heartily, savoring the taste. It was ham, and it was delicious. Once I finished that one, I chose another, and this time, it was smoked chicken. Instantly, it reminded me of that day back at William’s penthouse when he had fed me.

I glanced at him, wondering if he was going to do that again. If so, was I prepared for it? God, I didn’t know. And honestly, I should stop thinking about that now, because it was nothing of significance. I returned my gaze to the hamper basket and picked up a piece of savory cheese this time.

We both were quiet as we enjoyed our meal and the beautiful scenery before us. Well, at least I was, on my part.

Some fifteen minutes later, once William was finished with his eating and had drunk two glasses of the champagne, he retracted the roof of the convertible.

The instant it was opened, a cold breeze danced about us, which made me shiver. Now I wished I had brought my jacket along. And maybe a scarf and wooly hat, too.

William then proceeded to move his seat back so that it lay down. Once that was done, he made himself comfortable, reclining there as if he were back at home on his very comfortable leather couch. I noted that he was staring up at the night sky, and his face was serene, which was beauty all of itself. To be sure, I couldn’t stop looking at him. He was such a handsome man.

After chewing the last of my sandwich, I moved my seat and lay back as well.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, marveling at the countless stars that expanded across our galaxy.

I thought William might have agreed with me because I sort of heard a low “Hmm” from him.

A gust of wind swirled about us again, and I really shivered hard this time around. To prevent the loss of body heat, and also due to instinctive reaction, I folded my arms across my chest and huddled myself into a fetal position. It was winter, after all, and I was only in my pajamas, so I felt pretty cold.

William turned his attention to me for a moment, watching me. Then without a word, he reached over to the back, retrieved a throw blanket, and wrapped it around me.

“Thanks,” I said. Gosh, he had thought of everything, hadn’t he?

“You’re welcome,” he said, smiling at me.

I couldn’t help myself and returned one as well. Good lord, but he was very nice to me tonight, wasn’t he? And I surely hoped he’d stay that way until the end of our night’s outing.

Suddenly, without even a warning, he leaned in close and planted his lips on mine.

At first, I froze in shocked surprise because I wasn’t expecting it and I certainly wasn’t ready for it. Then, when his kiss became slow and gentle, teasing and caressing, I relaxed, enjoying the pleasant sensation and the taste of champagne that still lingered in his mouth.

With him this close to me, I could feel his body heat against me, warming me up like the glowing of a beautiful bonfire.

I sighed in pleasure and then groaned in delight. When he urged my lips to part for him, I obliged without protest and opened my mouth wide for him, allowing him complete access.

William plunged his tongue in and began to stroke, caress, and play havoc with me. As this happened, my body melted against his and my mind became dazed.

“Ngh…” I groaned in wonder. Oh, God, I wanted more. I wanted William to do more to me than just kiss me.

When he terminated the kiss and moved his head back, I was upset and disappointed that it ended all too soon.

With my breathing heavy, I raised my eyes to his and noted that he was staring at me intensely. I gave him a smile—inviting almost.

When he made no move to carry on seducing me, I rested my head against the back of the seat and then proceeded to lovingly caress his face with my fingers, marveling at how handsome he was.

Pale blue eyes that were almost gray, firm lips, aquiline nose, high cheekbones, and a prominent jawline; he had the face of a male model featured in advertising campaigns for perfume or expensive suits. He was the type women threw themselves at his feet; the type who could very easily get hot, sexy women into his bed without much effort. It was then I wondered why he was interested in a girl like me, enough to go so far as to kiss me, not once but three times now. After all, he did tell me he didn’t like teenaged girls or a female with a flat chest, and which obviously, I was both.

More than a little mystified where William was concerned, I cast my eyes downward and turned away from him. Instantly, he cupped my face and drew me back, and before I could catch on as to what was happening, he kissed me again.

This time though, it was rough, wild, and passionate. His lips and tongue were demanding as he kissed, stroked and sucked me so hard that I was breathless and my head was spinning.

I groaned, and my heart was racing as I clutched him for dear life. His fingers dug deeply into my hair as his tongue went even deeper into my throat.

I was shaking all over by the time he decided he’d had enough of my lips and mouth and finally released me.

I sucked in air once my mouth was free and continued to breathe heavily as William trailed his little kisses down my throat.

Oh, God, William was doing more than just kissing me now, as I had hoped he would, and I felt utterly weak. His hand was palming my left breast, squeezing the small mound hard until I groaned in both fright and excitement.

“William…” I managed to murmur between my heavy breathing. “Oh…William…”

Oh, God, I felt this wonderful sensation coursing through my body like firework, and my woman area down there was completely wet and aching to be filled by his cock.

I writhed and groaned as William pulled the blanket down my body. This was followed by my shirt, flicking the buttons undone in the process. He then hastily peeled the material over my shoulders and down my arms to reveal my bare breasts.

The cold air bit seductively on my skin, and I shivered, this time in a pleasurable way.

Sweet Jesus! William was making love to me in his car—in his luxury convertible—and it was heavenly.

William dipped his head and popped my right nipple into his hot mouth. I groaned in pleasure, arching my back instinctively so that he had easy access to every inch of my body.

My whole being was tense as William continued to suck and bite my nipple, teasing and taunting it with his teeth, tongue and lips. By the time he was done with that one, I was shaking with adoration.

He raised his eyes then and looked at me, and before I could register what he was about to do next, he took my lips again as his hand continued to fondle my breast.

Oh, God, I was in heaven. I was sure of it. And William was there with me.

I responded to his demanding kiss with my own way of playing with him—my tongue stroking and caressing his, which I had learned from him. Indeed, the more I responded to him, the more demanding he became.

I arched my back even more and instinctively raised myself up. William must have understood, because he released his hand from my breast and palmed my pussy instead.

The moment he touched me there, I nearly came, because it was just so sensitive and his hand was so warm, intense, and demanding.

William moved his lips and buried his face in the crook of my neck as he continued to please me down there. All the while, I was writhing beneath him and groaning loudly into the night.

I was so into my own sexy, pleasurable world that I didn’t realize William had slowly eased his teasing and eventually stopped.