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“Grayson, are you with the mob?” I ask him softly.
His big smile calms a bit of my heart, but his eyes are still guarded. I’ve noticed that every so often I can catch emotion in them, but mostly he has no tells.
“Or maybe a professional poker player who is in the middle of a losing streak?”
He starts laughing. A deep, rich sound that does funny things to my belly and causes a thump in my chest. I need to get him back to the hotel and fuck his brains out already. I’m starting to feel things for him that I don’t want to. I can’t go there. He can leave, just like they did.
“No, princess. I’m not a professional poker player. I do play and I’m really good, but no. I have a regular job.” He takes my hand and starts walking again. I notice he didn’t say no to the mob question.
“I work at the hotel.”
“Okay, doing what?”
“Let’s just say I’m in a very important management position.” He pauses this time and reaches into his pocket for his cell phone. He’s messaged on it several times during the night. “Let’s move over here. I have to make a quick call.”
“Okay.”
He leads me to the fountains, and I watch them as he softly speaks on the phone. He steps a bit away from me, but it’s enough to let me know he doesn’t want me to hear what he’s talking about or to whom. It causes a clench in my heart.
I can’t and won’t allow secrets in a relationship. So here is further proof I can only have a good time with him and move on, just like I have done with every man before him. At that thought there is that thump in my heart again. This time it’s more of an ache.
“Ready, princess,” he says from directly behind me.
I feel so small next to him but safe. Safe is a feeling I’ve only had with my brother. No man has ever made me feel that way. Jasmin talks about how her husband, Ryan, makes her feel that way. How he settles her, but this can’t and won’t be that.
“Yes.” I turn around, making sure to brush my body against his. I feel the large evidence of his desire for me. When I look up, his jaw is tight and desire flows through his steel gray eyes. I love the color and looking into them makes funny things happen to my heart.
He steps back and raises his hand.
“We are going back to the hotel. Now,” he growls. Within moments we are in the back of the limo. But every time I try to move onto his lap or try to initiate something, he holds me back. “You’ll wait, little princess. I’m not taking you for the first time in the back of this limo.”
“Please, Grayson,” I beg him.
“I love how you purr my name. Most people call me Gray, but I love hearing my full name from your sexy lips.” His words are growled into the top of my head. I groan as all he’s doing is making it worse.
I want him.
Need him.
The limo pulls up to the casino, and we move through the lobby. People, especially the employees, are watching us, but he ignores them. As soon as we are in the elevator, he has me pressed up against the wall.
“Princess, I need my taste now.”
He takes my lips in a deep kiss. His are firm and soft. As soon as his tongue touches the seam of mine, I open and let him explore more. My tongue slips against his. His beard rubs against my skin, and I now see the benefits of them. It’s an additional erogenous act.
My hands are in his hair that is ponytailed at the back of his head. I pull up a leg, wanting to be wrapped around him until I remember all the cameras. I start to pull back. My lips leave his, and he continues to kiss my jaw, chin, along my neck and to my ear.
“The cameras are off. I accessed the security earlier.”
His words hit me and I’m back in the game. I start to climb up him. His warm hands slide along my thighs and to my ass as he pulls me up his body. I grind into his erection; he tips his head back and groans loudly.
“I knew once I got my lips on you it was going to be fire. You are a royal flush, princess.”
I kiss his neck and then initiate a kiss. My lips against his again. The elevator dings, and he’s moving through the corridor with me in his arms. If anyone were to see us, they would get a glimpse of my legs wrapped around him. Maybe even my ass with his palms pressed against it.
Before I know it, we are in my suite. I don’t know how that happened, and I don’t care. He drops me down onto a cold surface. I look around to see that I’m perched on the marble countertop of the bar. He pushes my dress up higher, exposing my thong. My very wet thong.
“Fuck, princess. I’m going to have to have my dessert first.” He steps back and I whimper. “Stay right there. Don’t move.” It’s an order that usually my Domme side would fight against, but instead I’m submitting to him.
