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Her inside walls spasmed, but this time it was his cock that felt the tight wave. When it was clear she was coming with him, he looked into her eyes. Her mouth and his opened in pleasure, and they both yelled as her last clinch of pleasure released his stream.
Afterward, she leaned against him, still straddling. He realized how much he enjoyed the feeling of her closeness. Reluctantly, he pulled himself out so they could clean up.
“I’d really like it if we didn’t leave obvious stains on Derek’s furniture.” He laughed.
“Good idea,” she agreed. “Let’s head up to the bed.”
“Hmm… head up to the bed or go to bed?”
“I guess that’s up to you, my dear. Too tired for another round?” she challenged, a smile dancing on her lips.
“Never.”
We won’t get much sleep tonight. But he didn’t think either one of them would care.
Beau woke up early with Alessandra next to him in bed. He had a difficult time believing his feelings for her had intensified even more. She was on her side sleeping and had a pillow over her head.Was I snoring last night? It embarrassed him to think she had thrown a pillow over her head due to him. But she looked rather cute with her long legs sticking out from the sheets, her head entirely covered.
Their dinner conversation and the sex which followed filled him with a desire to be with her more often, for longer. The thought of going home tomorrow was a conundrum—should he ask her if he should stay longer? Should he just do it and assume she’d want to spend time with him? There was no question in his mind about his feelings toward her. However, there were a great deal of practical questions they hadn’t discussed yet.
In the light of day, those practical questions seemed more important. They weren’t in their twenties anymore, with all the freedom in the world to explore their relationship. They were in their forties, with responsibilities and careers and their own houses and cars.
As a professional gambler, he’d still need to travel. Maybe not as much, but it’s not like she could travel with him. If they embarked on a serious relationship, it would probably be difficult to blend the practical components of their lives. And if it didn’t work, they would both be disappointed. He could handle it, but he didn’t want to disappoint Alessandra.
Becoming unsettled by the questions, he told himself to stop. He was only upsetting himself. Weren’t these the same questions that kept him from fully trusting her—and himself—to take a chance on something that might be wonderful? She might even have the same practical questions in her own mind. It wouldn’t do any good to worry about them now. They were adults; they could talk through whatever was bothering them.
I’ll talk with her about it over breakfast.We’ll have mimosas, get relaxed again. Then, I’ll bring it up.He reminded himself that Alessandra was just as skittish about a serious relationship as he was. He had to trust her. She had opened herself up to him last night, laying the foundation for a more direct conversation. He had done the same with her.
Communication, about what was going well or what wasn’t, would need to be the foundation of their complicated relationship. If a relationship was going to work beyond this week in Vegas, he would need Alessandra to share her feelings—and he would need to do the same.
Beau knew it would be difficult for both of them, but it was necessary. If practical matters were too uncomfortable for them to discuss, then all they had was a sexual relationship. That would have been fine with any other woman, but Beau desired much more with Alessandra. And he believed she did, too.
He felt her stir next to him. He pulled the pillow from her head. “Good morning,” she said. She was so damn cute. Her long hair was tangled. She hadn’t taken off her makeup last night, so her mascara was slightly smudged, giving her a fake grunge look. And the best part of all… she looked content.
“Good morning, beautiful. Do you want breakfast? Mia and Nora prepared the whole spread; we just need to heat it up.”
“Yes! I’m starving. But I need to take a shower first, okay? I’d love for us to stay all day, but it’s New Year’s Eve, and I have to get to the office to be sure everything’s ready for our big party.”
“I figured that, and I planned for the helicopter to pick us up at nine. That gives us almost two hours to shower, eat breakfast, and head out. Sound good?”
“That’s perfect,” she said. “I’ll be downstairs in a half-hour.”
Beau got breakfast ready as she showered. He imagined the water running over her naked body and felt himself harden. He would have loved to join her, but that would delay them too much.
After her shower, she arrived to eat breakfast, her hair mostly dried and her makeup restored. He thought again of her raw beauty. Even at forty-two, he didn’t think she needed the makeup. Still, the colors brought out her blue-gray eyes and added a glow to her skin.
Their morning conversation centered on how fun it was to work on the Strip for New Year’s Eve, as well as all the work her team had put in for the party. Beau was struck by how satisfying it was to have this rather mundane conversation after such a hot night of lovemaking. After breakfast, it was his turn to shower.
“That works for me,” she said. “I’ll clean up here, then make a few calls for work. I’m ready to go, so we’ll be able to leave as soon as the helicopter arrives.”
By the time Beau finished his shower and walked downstairs, Alessandra had cleared the dishes and was on her phone in the living room. He didn’t want to disturb her, so he stayed in the kitchen and read the news on his tablet while she chatted. He could hear her side of the conversation, and it was clearly a work call.
She was discussing tonight’s activities. At first, he assumed it was a staff member she was talking to. Then he heard Wyatt’s name and realized she was talking to the owner of the resort. He could only hear her side, but it was clear they were discussing the year-end revenue projection. Beau hoped it was good news.
“Yes, Wyatt, I know… It was an aggressive target, though… We did everything we could. We were able to get Beauden Brooks… I know you two are acquainted… He did gamble, thank goodness. He gambled a lot, in fact, and he brought his friends. He was really critical to hitting the target and we wouldn’t have had a chance without him playing all week… Hopefully, he’ll play today, too. Then we’ll know later tonight if we made it… Yes, yes, we kept him happy, for sure. He loves it at The Benson… I was the one who focused on keeping him engaged. I have a past with him, and Sailor was with the Gartners, so he was my project this week.”
Alessandra’s words sent a stone to Beau’s stomach. Logically, Beau knew his gambling and his assistance with the tournament did help with The Benson’s revenue targets. Still, hearing her talk about him in such a matter-of-fact way, as if he were just another customer, bothered him. It bothered him a lot. This was yet another thing he had to discuss with her, to clarify.
He listened as Alessandra continued, “But Wyatt, if we don’t hit the target, would you reconsider selling, at least keep it for another year? It’s not just about me losing my job; it’s about my team. I don’t understand why you have to sell the hotel. We were growing year over year… Yes, yes. I do understand, you’re a private equity firm, not a hotel operator. I understand your shareholders are demanding a higher return, and they’ll get it, we just need a little more time…”
