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Caleb sighed as we walked down the streets, holding hands.

"I don't want to go back tomorrow," he pouted.

"I don't, either," I admitted, "but I kind of miss my mom."

"I miss mine, too," I said. "We should meet up with everyone when we land."

"What time does our flight land?"

"In Oklahoma time, I think noon so we can do lunch. Just please don't throw your drink on anyone!"

I giggled. "Oh, all right."

We paused a few times so he could take pictures. We stopped by the Treasure Island where he was ecstatic to see that a wedding was being held. He stood as close to the railing as he could get and snapped several pictures. He even leaned over and I was worried he'd fall in. When he was satisfied, we went to the Excalibur to do some more travel related pictures. He frowned, obviously looking for inspiration, and I did the same.

There was a couple looking like they were on their honeymoon with a bellhop. I ran over to them.

"Hi," I said, holding out my hand who looked confused. "My name is Mirela. My boyfriend is a professional photographer and we're putting together a travel series. Can we get some shots with you guys?"

The man looked at the woman who just shrugged.

"Sure," she said.

By that time, Caleb had caught up with me. I stood to the side as the couple took a couple solos then stood among their luggage. They had looked uncomfortable until Caleb started doing what he did best.

"Come on," he said to the man. "Show me you love that beautiful woman. Tsk. Don't be shy! You just kissed in front of your family and friends! What's a little camera?"

The couple laughed and he got a few pictures as they kissed, showing their wedding rings on top of one of their suitcases.

"Thank you," I said, shaking their hands.

"I can send you some copies if you'd like," Caleb said, shaking their hands, too.

"That's okay," the man said. "I'm sure you're loaded down."

Caleb shrugged. "Well, here's my card that has the website on it if you want to look at them."

"In other words, get me some work in Vegas?" the woman teased.

"We're actually from Oklahoma," I said and the man looked surprised.

"You mean you're not doing this to get famous in Vegas?"

"Nope," Caleb said happily. "Have a good honeymoon!"

They watched us walk away and I held his hand.

"Good eye," he complimented. "Let's get some pictures of the slots. Candid ones, though."

That's when we got stopped for the first time by the manage of the casino.

"I can't allow you to take pictures of our slot machines and patrons," he said with a glare.

"Chill, dude," Caleb said and we showed him our badges. "Don't worry; I'll include the name and address of the casino." The manager frowned, not looking too convinced. "Would it make you feel better if we got you a picture by the car and posted it, too? It's bound to get you more patrons."

The manager looked at the car and sighed. "We've had that as the grand prize for months but still people aren't coming in enough. I guess it couldn't hurt."

While Caleb took a few pictures with the manager, I walked among the slots, finding some that would look nice. There was one with gum all over it and I dragged Caleb to it.

"It's dirty, Mirela," he said with a shudder.

"It shows that people have been here, though," I said and found one with a discarded coffee cup. "How about that one? No one stuck their nasty mouth crud on it."

He nodded in agreement. We walked around the casino for several hours until it got late. The manager treated us to a free dinner which we eagerly accepted. I was starving.

"I didn't realize how much work went into this kind of stuff," I said and he nodded.

"When I go around doing these kinds of shots, I could be at it for hours and then I want to go straight to editing. I have to force myself to eat and sleep first."

I smiled. "You really love photography, don't you?"

He nodded with a small smile, finishing his dessert. "Yes, I do. It got me through my parents' divorce."

"Was it really that bad?" I whispered.

"Yeah," he sighed. "My mom ended up getting custody and, when that happened, my dad dropped us. When I turned 17, he suddenly showed back up, wanting to get together but he was drunk off his ass all the time. It was hard on Tom. When we were kids, my father was Tom's hero and best friend. I think that was the catalyst that started him down the road he's on."

"Was on," I corrected him. "You can't think of it like he's still on it."

"You're right," he nodded and I gasped.

"You're admitting that I'm right? Wow!"

He laughed. "Shut up and let's go back to the hotel."

"It's early, though," I said, looking at my phone.

"We'll get some pictures on the way. John said that a lot of tourists go out at night because there are those lights we saw."

"Saw," i snorted, following him. "More like 'forced Mirela to take a picture by every single one and making us late for dinner'."

"But it was fun," he said defensively, putting his arm around my waist as we walked out.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I teased.

I felt like salmon going back. Everyone was walking the other way. Caleb took it in stride, though, and stopped several times to get candid shots of tourists; rather embarrassing candid shots. One included an older man staring at the result of three minutes of digging in his nose. We walked away, stifling our laughter. We got there in time to watch the show at the Treasure Island and he went nuts with pictures on that one.

"It's a shame we never got to the amusement park," he said when we got back to the hotel room.

"Yeah but we can just go to Frontier City when we get back."

He snorted, putting his camera back in its bag. "Do you know how many times I've been to that park?"

"It's fun, though," I said, taking my shoes and socks off. "Goodness, my feet hurt."

"I could... massage them," he said with a wink.

"Nice try," I said, shoving him. I pouted. "I can't believe you found my ticklish spot."

He laughed and kissed me. I sight and put my hands on the back of his neck. It started off innocent enough and I sucked on his lip. Our tongues moved together and I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His kisses became more desperate as it slid to the floor, leaving him in his wife beater.

"Wait," he breathed but I kissed him again. "But-"

"Just shut up," I panted, taking my shirt and bra off.

His eyes slid down to my breasts and I pulled him to the bed. I lay down and he climbed on top of me slowly, still dressed. He kissed me deeply, pressing his chest to mine. When he pulled back, his eyes were tender as they took in my breasts again. As if he were transfixed, he ran is finger from my collarbone down to my left breast. His touch was so light it made me shiver and goosebumps erupted on my arms he didn't notice.

He cupped my breast and laughed a little, kissing the other one. I moaned, running my hand into his hair as he rolled his tongue around it and sucked.

"Please," I groaned.

He squeezed my breast one more time before kissing me and unbuttoning his bed. His wallet he put on the bedside table and I shimmied out of my yoga pants. He kissed down my body and I sighed in pleasure. I looked over at his wallet and opened it eagerly. A condom was buried down underneath it.

"Always be prepared," he panted in my ear when I giggled.

He took it and kissed me. We were both naked now and he put the condom on.

"Last chance to back out," he breathed.

I took his face in my hands and kissed him gently.

"Not going to," I said.

His eyes flicked between mine as if he still wasn't sure. I smiled softly and kissed his lips a couple of times, running my hands down his back. I nodded and he bit his lip, finally giving in.

We moaned in unison and I leaned my head back. I gripped his hair as he started going faster, burying his face in my neck. I knew the built up desire over the past two months was finally being released. At first, his approach was uncomfortable but I let him do what he needed to. It didn't take long for me to have to suppress loud moans of pleasure. He ran his hands up and down my body, going in as deep as he could.

"Oh, my God," I moaned. "Shit do that again."

He obeyed immediately, gripping my breasts, and moaned in my ear, "You feel so good, Mirela."

We both lasted longer than I thought we would. As I reached my orgasm, I felt like my body was paralyzed with the amount of pleasure he was pulsing through my body. My whole body tensed and, when he realized I was coming, he moved faster and massaged my breasts until I groaned loudly and relaxed into the mattress. He lasted a few minutes longer before collapsing on top of me.

We lay, panting, for several minutes. He got up to discard the condom then climbed back in. I rolled on my side to face him and he brushed my hair out of my face.

"I love you," he panted, kissing me.

The End

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