“Um, yeah.” Holy shit. I fucking blushed. Maybe my plans to take Lia to bed weren’t such a good idea because I’d obviously grown a pussy. “My brother and I own it, but he runs the business, I don’t have much to do with this side of things. I’m really just an investor.”
“So, you’re a silent partner in a hotel and casino, but you decided to become a dealer?”
I shrugged. “I enjoy it. And, it pays the bills.”
Lia started chuckling but after a minute, it turned into a full-blown fit of giggles. “And you work at the Lennox,” she wheezed. It was a statement, not a question.
A smile stretched across my face when I realized where she was going with this.
“Please tell me you work there just to fuck with your brother.” She was practically falling over in her seat now.
“Beauty and brains. You’re the whole package, sweetheart.”
When her laughter died down and her breathing returned to normal, she took another drink before asking me about why I chose to be a dealer. She clearly wasn’t impressed with my status or wealth, and it only intensified my attraction to her.
We went through at least three drinks each as we talked and laughed. She told me the story of how she decided to become a professional gambler and how she’d become a top contender in her business. Our conversation got easier as we got to know each other. However, our inability to stop touching each other was intensified by the alcohol.
At first, it was just my finger brushing over the back of her hand. Then it was her hand sweeping my hair back off my forehead. Eventually, my lips were skimming along her ear and I whispered something. Our inhibitions steadily lowered until our lips were locked together and I was sliding a hand over her silky thigh. I delved under her skirt and slipped my tongue into her mouth as the tips of my fingers met her soaked panties.
“Fuck, Lia,” I groaned against her neck as I placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss just under her jaw. “I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you.” I took her hand and pressed it down on the bulge in my slacks. “Never been so fucking hard in my entire life.”
She dropped her head back to give me better access before panting, “How about I help you with that problem back in my suite?”
I tore myself away and shot to my feet. After throwing some bills on the table, I grabbed Lia’s hand and pulled her up before placing my hand at the small of her back and guiding her quickly towards the entrance.
It wasn’t long before we were back at the Lennox and stepping onto an elevator that only served the high-roller suites. The doors whooshed shut, and I wasted no time lifting her up with my hands on her ass and pressing her back against the wall.
“I love how fucking confident you are,” I told her honestly. “You’re strong and independent. Incredibly smart and so damn gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” she breathed. “But the flattery isn’t necessary, Becket. I think it’s pretty well established that I’m a sure thing.” She moved in for a kiss, but I held back, keeping a steady gaze on her face.
“It’s not flattery if it’s true, sweetheart”—she started to speak but I placed my finger over her lips—“I’m telling you this because I want you to know that those traits turn me on a fuck of a lot.” I returned both hands to her ass and squeezed while pressing my rigid cock into the heat of her sex. “In the bedroom, I’m in charge. I will worship you and give you everything you need. But when we fuck, I own you, baby. Do you understand?”
Her eyes were wide as she nodded, but I was relieved to see that the color had darkened with intense hunger.
“You will only come when I give you permission. Your orgasms belong to me.”
The elevator dinged, and I slowly dropped her legs to the floor. The doors opened, and I took her hand, leading her out into the hall. I let her take over since I didn’t know which room was hers. When she stopped in front of her suite, I slipped my arms around her waist and yanked her back against me. “If you don’t want me to fuck you in every imaginable way, to spend all night making you scream, to ride you so hard you can feel me with every step you take tomorrow, you’d better tell me now. Because once we walk through those doors. You. Are. Mine.”
Slowly, I turned her in the circle of my arms. “What’s your bet, sweetheart?”
Chapter 3
Lia
Taking risks was an everyday thing for me, at least it had been ever since I entered the world of competitive poker. But only ever with cards. With money. Never with guys. The way I lived my life wasn’t ideal when it came to my dating life, which was non-existent. Most of my opportunities were flings, and I just wasn’t the one-night stand kind of girl. At least I hadn’t been until now. Until Becket.
The chemistry between us was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. The pull I felt to him was too strong to resist, so I wasn’t even going to bother trying. Staring up at his gorgeous face, I slid my hand into my purse and pulled out my room keycard. The desire in his dark eyes flared hotter as he snagged it from my fingers and waved it in front of the proximity sensor above the knob. When the light turned green, he yanked the door open and waited for me to go inside before following behind me, but he didn’t let me get far. As soon as the door closed behind us, he twirled me around and pressed my back against the hard surface.
“I warned you what’d happen if you let me in your room,” he rumbled against my lips before claiming them in a deep kiss. His tongue tangled with mine until I was breathless, and he nipped my bottom lip before lifting his head. “And now I want to taste what’s mine.”
I let out a little squeak of surprise when he hooked an arm under my leg and wrapped it around his hip. My skirt rode up high on my thigh, and the position bared the gusset of my panties to him. He slipped his hand inside and pressed his palm against my core. “Judging by how wet you are for me; I think you want my mouth on you as much as I do.”
His hand was so hot against me, and it only made me wetter. “I’m pretty sure I want it more than you since I’ll be the one to get an orgasm out of it.”
“Trust me, sweetheart. I’m going to get as much pleasure out of this as you are,” he whispered into my ear before dropping to his knees and pushing my skirt even higher. I wiggled my hips to help when he pulled my panties down, and kicked them away when they fell to my ankles. Becket lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, and gave my pussy one long lick up to my clit. I moaned and pressed harder against the door while reaching a hand out to grip his head. He lapped at me, with gentle bites at my clit every once in a while, until my hips were thrusting up to meet his tongue. Then he sunk a finger inside me up to the knuckle and it made my head spin.
With his mouth devouring me and his hold on me the only thing keeping me from falling, I gave myself up to the pleasure. Letting my head lean back against the door, I closed my eyes and whimpered in need when he pulled his mouth from me to command, “Eyes on me, sweetheart. I want to see you come.”
He kept his dark gaze on my face as he lowered his head again to flick at my clit. One finger became two, and he twisted his wrist until he found the angle that gave me the most pleasure. He drove me higher and higher, until I broke and cried out his name as I came. “Becket! Oh my God!”
“I told you I’d make you scream.”
“You did.” My voice was shaky, but I still tried for a hint of sass when I continued, “I could swear I remember you saying something about those screams lasting all night long, though.”
“True.” He slid his hands under my ass and boosted me up until I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Now that I’ve gotten a taste of you, I want a hell of a lot more. But orgasm number two’s not going to happen until my cock is deep inside your pussy.”
I held on tight while he stalked into the bedroom. He carried me to the bed and dumped me in the middle, following me down after he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He pushed his legs against my thighs and settled between them. With his palms pressed into the mattress on both sides of my bo
dy, he stared down at me. "I can’t wait to feel that tight, wet heat wrapped around my cock.”
“Don’t wait,” I urged, untucking his shirt so I could get my hands on his bare chest. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“You’re going to be hell on my control, aren’t you, sweetheart.”
I bent my legs, widening my stance so I could push his pants down a little. “You can bet I’m going to try my hardest because I like the idea of making you lose control.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Lia.” He lined himself up at my entrance. “Because I’m about to give you exactly what you asked for.”
That was all the warning he gave me before he pushed inside me with one powerful thrust. I tried to catch my breath as he held still, but it’d been a long time since my failed attempt at sex. Becket’s dick was stretching me well past the point of uncomfortable. I sank my nails into his butt cheeks and whimpered, “Don’t move. I need a minute to adjust.”
“Damn, sweetheart. You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned.
“Yeah,” I panted. “And you’re so fucking big.”
He leaned his weight onto one hand and used the other to strip off both our shirts and my bra, all while he stayed buried deep inside me. His thumb swept across my pebbled nipple while he began to trail kisses along my jawline and down my neck. When he made it to my collarbone, my pussy walls slickened more and my tight hold on his hard length eased a little. I wiggled my hips and moaned as his dick rubbed against my inner walls.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Let me give you what you need so I can hear you scream my name again.” I felt his hot breath against my skin as he urged me on, and then his lips wrapped around my nipple and any hint of pain was gone. All I felt was intense pleasure and need. His hips started to move, and I felt every hard inch of his cock as it dragged in and out of me. Over and over again until my body was drawn tight and my cries echoed against the walls.
He built it in me and drove me over the edge two more times before his body stiffened above and his roar of completion joined mine. It felt like we’d been at it for hours, and I collapsed against the mattress in an exhausted heap. I was barely able to keep my eyes open as Becket stripped me out of my skirt and heels before he left the bed. By the time he returned from the bathroom to clean me up, I was sound asleep...but not for long.
Becket hadn’t been joking about fucking me in every way imaginable—if anything he’d been understating his plans for me. When I woke up, my throat was a little sore from screaming all night, and I felt him before I even opened my eyes.
“Morning,” I rasped when he pulled me close to his chest after I rolled over towards him.
“Morning, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and it felt so natural to cuddle into him. It was like we’d done this for years instead of being the first time. “What do you have planned for today?”
“Not much. I’ll probably hit the treadmill in the gym, do some shopping”—I tilted my head back to smile up at him—“and maybe hit up a certain blackjack table if my favorite dealer is working today.”
“Unfortunately, your favorite blackjack dealer will in fact be there.” I felt his chest move as he sighed. “Although I’d like nothing better than to stay in this suite with you all day, I don’t want to leave them down a dealer with such short notice.”
I really liked that he didn’t let his money get in the way of his work ethic. It said a lot about the kind of man he was, and all of it was good. “Then I guess I know what I’ll be doing when I’m done shopping.”
He gently brushed his lips across mine. “If you want to put off your shopping trip until later, I’d love to take you.”
He might’ve been offering to walk around the stores with me, but I had a feeling that wasn’t what he meant. Considering how much he had to be worth since he owned a hotel and casino, I figured he’d run into the same issues in the past as I had sometimes—especially since I had the impression that he hadn’t planned to clue me in on that bit of information right away. I also realized I hadn’t given him many details about my past and how I got where I was today. Perhaps it was my turn to be honest about my background. “If you want to come shopping with me for fun, I’ll definitely take you up on that offer. But I didn’t bring it up because I was angling for anything from you. Much to the surprise of my family, I make extremely good money on the circuit. Enough that I’ve doubled the trust fund my grandparents left me in the two years I’ve been playing professionally.”
Chapter 4
Becket
I raised my brows in surprise at Lia’s statement. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a trust fund baby.” It didn’t bother me, I was simply taken aback because she was so down to earth and humble, while still being confident. With every minute I spent with her, I was more and more convinced that she was the one. She was it for me.
Lia leaned up on her elbow and shook her head, making her waterfall of silky hair brush over my chest, causing a tightening in my groin. Damn, I didn’t know how my cock had the strength to get hard after we’d basically fucked each other into a coma last night.
“I’m not. Not really. Growing up, I was normal middle-class, the stereotypical American Dream. My parents were high-school sweethearts who got married while they were in college. They got good jobs, bought a house in a nice, but affordable suburb, had two-point-five kids and a dog.”
“Two-point-five?” I asked with a chuckle.
Lia smiled and rolled on top of me, resting her chin on her hands that were folded on my chest. My cock swelled but I held myself in check because, while I intended to explore every inch of Lia’s delicious body, I also wanted to know everything about her.
“My baby sister is like five-foot-nothing. So, we’ve always teased her about being the point five.” She tapped her chin with a slender finger, a thoughtful expression on her face. "We didn’t have a white picket fence though.”
“A bunch of rebels, huh?” I teased. I was rewarded with her musical laughter. It was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard, and I silently promised myself that I would hear it every day for the rest of our lives.
“Well, no one’s perfect,” she sighed.
“I don’t know about that,” I said as I reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Her cheeks tinged with a sweet pink blush before she laughed and shook her head.
“Anyway, I was really close with my grandparents. My grandfather was the one who taught me how to play poker. He used to sneak me into the casinos before I even turned twenty-one”—her face took on a soft expression as she reminisced—“he never let me play, but I would observe and he often asked for my advice.”
Her smile turned a little sad when she continued, “Both of my grandparents passed a few weeks before my twenty-first birthday. I was shocked when I learned they’d left me a trust fund. The day I turned twenty-one, I entered my first tournament in memory of my grandfather and won.” Her expression lifted, and she beamed at me. “I was hooked. Plus, I feel like every time I play, he’s right there with me.” Lia bit her bottom lip and I gently tugged it from between her teeth, soothing the pink spot with my thumb. “Seems like I’ve done nothing but talk about myself. You must be ready for me to shut up.” She mimed zipping her lips.
“Absolutely not,” I told her honestly. “I want to know everything about you, sweetheart.” Quick as a cat, I flipped us over so she was on her back and my body was blanketing hers. “Besides, if I wanted to shut you up, I’d do it this way.” I swooped down and captured her lips, kissing her deeply. It heated up fast, our tongues tangling and our bodies rubbing together restlessly.
The alarm on my watch beeped and I growled in frustration. Then Lia whimpered, and I forgot all about the time. My hands explored her body as my mouth ravished hers. Her legs parted and I slipped inside her hot, tight pussy. “Fuck,” I gasped. “I could live inside you, Lia.”
A small cry escaped her lips when I pulled back before driving in fast and hard unti
l I was buried to the root. “Becket! Don’t stop!”
“Never,” I growled. I started wildly pounding in and out of her, too desperate to have any finesse. “Come on my cock, baby. I want to feel you come undone.”
Lia threw her head back and screamed my name as she came. I kept up my pace, dragging out her orgasm as long as possible. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I thrust in one last time before letting myself follow her over the ledge. “Fuck, yes,” I groaned as I emptied everything I had inside her.
I rolled to the side, bringing her with me and we cuddled close as our bodies recovered. My phone chirped with a text message and it reminded me that I had a shift to get to. I buried my face in her lustrous hair and inhaled deeply. I fucking loved her scent. She smelled like apples and vanilla, it was mouthwatering.
“I have to get going, sweetheart. How about I pick you up here after I get off at two and we’ll wander the shops?”
Lia’s smile lit up the room and she nodded. “Perfect. I need to get registered for the event and run a couple of errands.”
I frowned playfully. “I’m not sure I want you walking around Vegas without me there to make it clear to every other man that you are mine.”
Lia arched one dark eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. “Yours?”
Before she knew what was happening, I rolled to my back and sat her astride my body. “Fuck yes, you’re mine,” I growled as I thrust up into her again. “Don’t mistake this for something temporary.” I gritted out the words through clenched teeth as I concentrated on not coming too fast while I guided her up and down until she was bouncing on my cock. “Mine.”
Yeah, I was going to be late.
“In all the years I’ve known you, I don’t think you’ve ever been late for a shift.” Drew Lennox ginned at me as I donned my vest in the break room, his fingers playing with a poker chip that was almost always in his hand.
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