CHAPTER TEN
With their guests spurring them on with expressions of congratulations and happy honeymooning, Jim quickly squired Iris on outside to the waiting limousine to take them on to the Bellagio. They stopped to wave one final time before getting in.
Iris snuggled against Jim as they headed to the hotel. Brass wasted no time in kissing her, his tongue gently seeking hers and then becoming more insistent. She responded with surprising ardor. Their embrace became more molded to one another.
"Patience, Boss, we're almost there," Iris said. It was one of her pet names for Brass, and he loved being called that.
"To say I need a cold shower is an understatement," Brass grinned down at her.
"Husband," said Iris softly against his lips.
"Wifey," Brass replied, deeply kissing her again, both of them intoxicated with one another.
It was only a matter of minutes before the limousine pulled up in front of the Bellagio, Jim and Iris exiting as the hotel staff quickly removed their luggage to take up to their suite. Brass proudly offered his new bride his arm as they walked into the posh hotel. Iris glanced up at him lovingly with those dark chocolaty eyes he could drown in.
She looked about the spacious lobby as they stopped by the front desk to receive their room card keys. "Pretty swanky, ain't it? Only the best for Mrs. Brass." Jim said sounding very Jersey, but Iris adored his back east accent.
Brass had let the hotel employee go ahead with their luggage on the elevator. He wanted Iris alone for a few moments as they stepped into another elevator. Moving suddenly, he cornered her and pinned her to the wall. "I've always wanted to give the security cameras my own action film," Jim said into Iris's ear. He was rewarded with a hot and very wet kiss that quickly got more involved. "We're never gonna make it to the room…I could just hit the emergency stop button," Brass said jokingly, laughing harder at the play on words, that had each of them chuckling.
"Our first time is not going to be in an elevator, dearest, but hold the thought just the same," said Iris in mock disapproval.
"Uh-huh," Brass agreed.
They reached their floor and headed on to their suite.
Upon reaching their room, the hotel staff had already placed their luggage inside. Jim quickly tipped the young man who promptly departed. He turned suddenly and swept Iris up off her feet to carry her across the threshold.
"Jimmmmyyyy," Iris squeed, which for her was sort of a squeal.
"Here we go," Brass said as he carried her in and kicked the door shut behind them.