What Happens In Vegas
Las Vegas was unlike anything Ella had ever seen before. The bright, vibrant lights twinkled everywhere she looked. The themes of the hotels and the archaeological wonder of it all was exciting. She couldn’t help but look out the window with her mouth hanging open.
“It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it?” Rome asked, both hands on the wheel since they were in heavy traffic now.
“I can’t believe it! I thought Paris was awe inspiring, but this is like something out of a dream.”
She saw the famous fountains of the Bellagio, the cityscape of New York, New York, the Luxor--and then a familiar sight. “The Eiffel Tower!”
“It’s not quite as tall as the one you’re used to,” Rome pointed out.
“True. But it’s beautiful. And I love the hot air balloon, too.” Everywhere she looked, Ella saw something else that caught her attention and left her staring with her mouth agape.
Caesar’s Palace was gorgeous, too. The Stratosphere was so tall; she couldn’t believe there were rides on top of that skyscraper.
When Rome pulled up to the Venetian, she knew immediately why he’d chosen it. She’d been to Italy and knew the beauty and wonder of the real thing, but this place was special in a different way. From the fountain, to the statues, to the beautiful color palate, the outside of the hotel was impressive in every way. She couldn’t wait to see the inside.
Rome pulled up to the valet, but before he got out, he reached into the back seat and handed her a blonde wig and a pair of sunglasses. “Trust me,” he said.
Ella nodded and tucked her hair inside. When she turned back to look at Rome, he had a moustache, a ball cap, and an equally large pair of sunglasses on. She couldn’t help but giggle.
“All right. Let’s go find our room before someone decides to pull that wig off of your head.”
The valet opened the door, and Ella got out. The baggage handlers got their suitcases out as well. “Do you already have reservations?” one of the bellhops asked.
“Yes,” Rome nodded.
“Excellent. Follow me.”
He led them inside, and once again, Ella found her mouth falling open. The inside was even more beautiful than the outside. She couldn’t help but stare at the murals on the ceiling, they were so gorgeous. Everywhere she looked, there was a new beautiful Italian influenced piece of artwork.
The entire time that Rome was checking them in, Ella stared in awe at the decor. Lots of people were staring at her and Rome, likely trying to figure out who they were since their costumes were ridiculous. But she didn’t care about that at the moment. She was just so excited to be out of her father’s house and in this beautiful hotel, that’s all she could think about.
They were checked in quickly, and Rome took her hand and led her to the elevator. Their bags would be taken up by the bellhops so they didn’t have to worry about it. It was all Ella could do to keep from kissing him on the way up. It wasn’t lost on her that she was staying in an Italian hotel with a guy named Rome--down the street from Paris, while she tried to escape a man from that city. Las Vegas had an odd way of bringing the world to life around them.
“Are you okay?” Rome asked as they arrived at their floor. It was one of the higher levels, and Ella couldn’t wait to see the view.
“I’ve never been better.” She meant it. Regardless of how things worked out with her family, she was so excited to be here with him now. She couldn’t wait to marry him.
The room was even better than Ella could have imagined. Their bags were already there, so she took her wig and sunglasses off and immediately went to the window. Their view of the Strip was gorgeous. The sun was going down behind the mountains, bringing the lights of the city to a vibrancy she hadn’t seen before. Ella could’ve easily stood and stared out the window for hours.
Rome wrapped his arms around her, his face nestling against her neck. “You like it here?”
“I love it,” she assured him. His lips pecked her neck lightly. “It’s so beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you are.”
She giggled and turned to wrap her arms around him. “What do you want to do first?”
“You.” He smiled, and she appreciated his honesty.
“And then?”
“And then… eat something. Take you out to see the town firsthand. Figure out where we want to get married tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” A grin lit her face. It was happening so soon, but it still felt so right.
“Yeah. That okay?”
“Perfect.” Ella’s mouth covered his, and he slipped his tongue along her lower lip before thrusting it into her mouth and tugging her over to the bed. At this rate, they might never even make it out of the room--and she’d be okay with that, too.
Rome pulled her shirt off over her head, tossing it aside, his lips continuing to trace kisses along her neck, venturing lower, now that she was wearing only a lacy bra on top. They both kicked off their shoes and socks. The feel of Rome’s hands on her skin brought her to life, and Ella felt her breath catching in her throat.
He leaned up to yank his shirt off, and her fingers traced down his abdomen, finding the button to his jeans and his zipper and making short work of them. He smiled down at her and then tugged his remaining clothes off, balancing on one knee and then the other to get rid of them.
She pulled him back down on top of her, finding his mouth again, her fingers working into the muscles of his back and lower. Rome’s breath on her neck was warm, and the anticipation began to build deep within her. His fingers worked quickly to free her of her pants, and when he slid them over her hips, he pulled her damp, pink panties away as well. There was nothing left between them now, and Ella wrapped her knees around him, the smile on her face only fading when her mouth dropped open as Rome claimed her as his own, waves of pleasure vibrating through her entire body. There was no doubt in her mind this was the man she wanted to be with for the rest of her life.
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