He pulled away.
Next thing I knew, I was on my back with my legs spread and a man between them. I stared at him with wide eyes. “Did you like it that much?”
“I don’t think I would have lasted much longer for you.” His lips touched my neck. “Anyways, it’s no fun if I have to wait to fuck you,” he whispered, his lips touching my earlobe for a fraction of a second.
I moaned, my eyes flickering shut for a fraction of a second, and then pulled away gently.
“Do you, um have any—” I cut myself off and took a breath, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks. “Condoms.”
“Yea.” He pushed himself off the bed and hurried towards his dresser. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. There is still time to back out. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to fuck Dean and just wished he wasn’t my boss.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was wrong, that you weren’t supposed to do this kind of thing. I sat up, watching as he pulled a condom out of the drawer and made his way back over to me. Slipping my panties down my legs and over my shoes, I tossed them onto the ground and then removed my bra.
“I want you on your hands and knees.”
I grinned, getting onto my hands and knees as I watched him rip the condom packaging and slip it over his hard cock.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me close to him; a fraction of a second later, I felt him slam into me. I gasped as pleasure and pain overwhelmed me.
His hand caressed the small of my back. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Oh, God, yes.”
Dean pulled away from me and slid back in, this time, a little gentler. He pulled away and slid back into me, getting faster and faster with every thrust and getting harder and harder.
My eyes rolled back. I was already so close to the edge, just having his hard member inside me was enough to make me want to cum.
His hand on my lower back, he pressed me down, my legs widening. I gasped, reaching between my legs and touching my clit.
Pleasure overwhelmed me.
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
Dean slammed into me faster and faster. I moaned louder as his free hand grabbed my hip, pulling me closer to him.
“It feels so fucking good,” I mumbled into the bedding.
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
Faster and faster.
“You feel good.” Dean’s voice sounded hoarse. He slammed into me faster and faster.
My nails dug into the bedding. “I’m so close.”
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
Dean slammed into me faster and faster. My fingers circled my clit keeping time with him as my eyes rolled back; pleasure overwhelmed my body.
“Cum for me.” Dean sounded like he was close himself, but his words sent me over the edge. I gasped, my hips bucking as he pulled me closer to him, slamming into me faster and faster.
Pleasure overtook my body; my eyes rolled back as everything went a hazy white and my body shook as a wave of pleasure crashed through my body.
Dean slammed into me. Stroke. Stoke. Stroke.
I gasped for breath, my fingers fumbling over my clit as I massaged myself. Further waves of pleasure surged through my body, coming one after the other, again and again. Another wave passed through my body as I took a deep breath; the next wave was a little softer.
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
“Ohhh, fuck,” I moaned, my nails digging into the bedding. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
My hips buckled as another wave surged through my body, this time, softer. The next wave was softer still, and the one after that was almost so soft I didn’t notice it. Dean reached out and grabbed my hand. He kissed the top of my head gently. “Feel good?” he whispered into my hair.
“Oh, God yes.”
I flopped against the bed, pulling away from Dean, and then rolled over and looked him up and down. “Did you … finish?”
“No.” He almost looked embarrassed.
I grinned. “Good. We can go back to that blow job.” I patted my chest. “Come sit.”
Dean grinned as he straddled my shoulders. He took the condom off and tossed it in the trash. I stared up at him with a grin on my face and my eyes sparkling as I opened my mouth and took his cock in my mouth. Dean’s hips worked back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of me faster and faster.
My tongue flicked over every inch of him.
Dean rolled his eyes back. “Fuck.” His body stiffened as his hips worked faster and faster, his cock pumping in and out of my mouth.
I moaned as my eyes locked on him, watching the way his body stiffened even more, and he inhaled deeply.
He gasped as his cock touched the back of my throat. I took a deep breath, forcing my body to relax. He fell forward using his hand against the wall to support him as he thrust into me.
I moaned as a low rumble passed through his lips. His cum hit the back of my throat before I swallowed; my tongue traced over his cock as he thrust into me again.
I swallowed his load, my eyes locked on him the entire time.
His eyes flickered open for a fraction of a second as he slid out of me and then fell onto the bed beside me. I rolled half onto him and spread my leg over his hips.
He just grinned looking at me. The entire time he refused to say a word.
“What?” I tilted my head to the left, waiting for him to say something—anything.
“I’m so taking you on a second date.” His grin widened. “And then I’m bringing you back here so we can do that again.”
I laughed softly. “You had that much fun with it?”
“Oh, God yes.” He gave me a quick kiss before slipping off the bed and crossing over to the dresser. He glanced at something on his nightstand. My heart did a back flip as I looked at it. The clock said it was 1:00 a.m.
“Do you want to stay tonight?”
“I … I’ll have to leave pretty early to get home before work.”
“I can just give you a ride.”
My jaw almost dropped as I stared at him.
“But … what if someone sees us?”
Dean shrugged. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
Why didn’t he seem worried about people finding out about us? “Just to be clear,” I sat up looking at him. “We don’t want people to know about this … about us, right?”
He laughed softly. “I’d rather people don’t know, but I don’t care all that much if they do.” He looked me up and down. “Do you care?”
I bit my lip. “A little,” I admitted. But maybe that had to do with my past. “When …” I took a deep breath. “Remember I told you it wasn’t the first time I’ve been involved with a boss?” Dean nodded but didn’t say anything. “Well, when everyone found out about him and me, it changed everything. My friends turned on me, and the people who already didn’t like me … it got so bad, Brad and I talked about me switching to another location so that people wouldn’t be so mean. The girls were snarky and nasty and … they went full-on Mean Girl on me.” I swallowed dryly, trying not to think about the past.
“I see. I can see why it would worry you then.” Dean came over to the bed and sat down beside me. “I can assure you, I will not tolerate that kind of action in my casino.”
“But what can you do? Fire everyone because they are mean to your girlfriend?” I shook my head.
“Melina wouldn’t let anyone treat you like that.”
“No offense, but whatever kind of relationship you have with Melina doesn’t really make me feel any better.”
“Are you still jealous?”
“I never said I was jealous!” I bit my lip. “It’s just … You two obviously have a long history.”
“And she has a boyfriend. A boyfriend who happens to be a very good friend of mine.” He gave me a smile, and his hand reached out and touched my lip. “We’ll keep it a secret as long as we can, but no matter what happens, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you because we are together
. I’m not going to let you get hurt because of me.” He held something out to me, and I looked down to see a pair of sweat pants. “They might be a little big, but they will have to do; we can stop by your place tomorrow morning so you can grab a quick change of clothes and your uniform.”
I smiled, taking the sweat pants from him. “Alright. But if this is going to be a normal thing, I’m going to start bringing a change of clothes.”
Chapter Seven
I rolled out of bed and took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe it. She’d spent the night with me, and now we were getting ready for work together.
“I’m going to go hop in your shower.”
“Alright.” I gave her a quick smile. “I’d join you, but we’d be late for work if that was the case.”
She laughed as she slipped out of the sweatpants I’d lent her and headed for the bathroom.
I resisted the urge to follow her into the bathroom and shower with her, despite the fact I knew we didn’t have time.
I swallowed dryly. It had been a long time since I felt this way about anyone, and it scared me, not just because I hardly knew her but because of what had happened to Jessica—what I’d done to her.
I can’t live in the past. It was something Melina always told me, but that didn’t make it any easier not to blame myself, not to be blamed.
Bur Melina didn’t understand that. She saw the rational side of it, not the emotional one. It was one of the reasons I’d come here. It may have been New York, but that didn’t mean people didn’t turn against you.
I mentally shook myself, headed for my closet, grabbed a suit from there and then crossed over to the dresser for the rest of the outfit.
The sound of the shower running was somehow soothing to me. I think it had a lot to do with the fact that it was just having someone else in the house. I did get lonely, and not having a pet made it worse. When I was with Jessica, we’d been able to have a dog because she worked from home, but now I was left dog-less—and Jessica-less.
“Stop thinking about her,” I muttered to myself as I dressed quickly and headed into the kitchen.
Passing the bathroom, I peeked in. Rebecca hadn’t bothered to close the door, and I could see her behind the curtain as she washed her hair. I knew it was creepy to watch her, but I still did for a couple seconds before going to check the mail. I still got tense when I checked the mail. It was stupid. It had been over a year ago, but it had become a habit.
There was nothing there.
I strode into the kitchen and popped some toast into the toaster. Normally, I’d do something a little bit more than just toast, but today I just wanted something simple. I smiled as the water turned off. I get to see her. It was stupid that that made me happy, but it did. I’d just seen her a few minutes ago, but I still missed her. I couldn’t believe I was saying it, but I did.
It’s just because the relationship was new. Wait, was it even a relationship?
I made a mental note to make sure to double check on that.
***
I showered a little quicker than I normally would, but I was just glad I came out of it not smelling like sex. If only we could have woken up and had a morning quickie before work, but we’d slept in, so that was out of the question.
I wrapped myself in a towel and headed to the bathroom where I’d kept my clothing, not bothering with the stockings, just the bra, panties, and dress. I grabbed my shoes—which I would not be wearing to work—and made for the kitchen to see Dean with a slice of toast in his hand. He pointed towards the other.
“I didn’t know what you would like on it, so there is just a little butter.”
“Thanks.”
“There is jam in the fridge and peanut butter.” He pointed towards a large tub of peanut butter on the counter.
I grabbed a knife, which had clearly been used for peanut butter, and slathered a thin layer on the toast.
“So, are you planning to stay in Vegas long?” It came out sounding wrong. I realized it as soon as I’d said it. It came out sounding like I was trying to get a gauge on how long the relationship would last. “I mean … with the whole casino thing, you’re eventually going to move on, right? Do you already have somewhere picked out?”
“Actually, if I wanted to settle down, this would be the best place to do it.” He took another bite of toast, chewed and swallowed. “You were right in your interview; this city is filled with them. I can always keep growing out here. I can buy out other casinos; I can grow them, and I can change them.”
“Have you ever thought about doing anything other than working with casinos?”
“Of course.” He smirked. “And maybe one day I will, but right now …” he paused. “It’s what someone I know would have wanted.”
So, it was someone else’s passion that he was living out for them. I knew what that was like—I mean, who didn’t?
“Well, you’re young. There is lots of time for that.” I took a bite of my toast, waiting to see if he would give me an idea of how old he was.
“That’s my line of thought.”
Damn it. So it wasn’t going to be that easy. Fine. I leaned against the counter with one hip and looked him up and down.
“Just how old are you?”
Dean smirked. “Worried I’m old enough to be your dad?”
“No, just worried you’re older than him. I have a strict rule about not having sex with men who are older than my dad.” I gave him a grin, so he knew I was joking.
“I’m only 36.”
“Oh.” I thought about it quickly. He was a little bit older than me; ’kay, more than a little, but it’s not like he was too old. “Well, then, I guess you’re safe. Definitely not older than my dad.”
***
Dean and I sat at the bar. No one was around since we’d had to come early to open up.
“So, do I get another date with you?” he asked, his eyes sparkling as if he already knew the answer.
“I guess I could give it one more shot.” I smiled, letting him know I was only being playful about the one more shot part. “When did you have in mind?”
Truth ways, I wanted to give him way more than just one shot.
“How about … this weekend? If I remember right, you’ve actually got the weekend off, right?”
“I think so yea.”
“Good.” Dean grinned. He looked past me and cleared his throat. “Anyways, I’ve got to get to work.” He glanced down at his watch, and as I caught sight of it, I realized what had just happened. I spun to see Melina standing there. People had started arriving for their shift. Dean stood, and as he passed her, he gave Melina a quick nod. She watched him leave the room then turned her attention to me.
“So, he asked you out did he?”
“I ... No!” I paused, but guessing by the smile on her face, she wasn’t buying it. My cheeks flushed. I could feel the embarrassment spread up to the tip of my ears. “Is it really that noticeable?”
“To someone who knows him as well as I do? Absolutely. To everyone else, probably not.”
What was their relationship? Dean still hadn’t really told me.
“Have you dated him before?”
She laughed softly.
“No need to be jealous; Dean and I are just friends. I’ve been with my boyfriend since I met him.” Her eyes sparkled.
“So, you’re just his really good friend?”
Melina paused. Her head tilted to the left as she thought about my question.
“I’m … I’m part of the reason he is still sane, honestly. I keep him grounded and give him someone to talk to, despite the fact my boyfriend hates the long hours I spend with Dean, and as much as I’ve tried to get him to make new friends, he’s just not interested in it. He doesn’t want to meet anyone else; he doesn’t want to give anyone else a shot.” She looked at me. “Did you ask him out? He normally avoids girls that work for him like they are a plague.”
“I don’t blame him,” I muttered. Melina chuckled. “But
no,” I said realizing I hadn’t actually answered her question. “I didn’t ask him out. He asked me out.”
“Really?” She tried to control her reaction as she nodded, but I could tell that was a big deal for some reason. Why?
Was it just that he didn’t normally date girls who worked for him.
“Really.” I nodded. “Should that be surprising?”
“Honestly? Yes. I’m quite surprised by that.” She looked me up and down. “But, he will tell you all about that when he is ready to tell you about that.”
I smirked. “That’s the worst part about relationships, isn’t it? Waiting for them to open up to you.”
Melina laughed. “No. Sharing the bed and the food is.”
I snorted. She had a point.
Our conversation was cut short as Natalie walked into the room. Melina’s eyes lit up as she glanced from me to Natalie and opened her mouth. “So ...” My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. Was she actually going to out me? “How’s the hunt going?”
“He still hasn’t said yes, if that’s what you’re asking.” Natalie didn’t sound defeated. “But he will soon.”
“Are you sure about that? I thought I heard him talking to a girl the other night.”
“Really? Who?” Natalie looked around the room as if the girl was here. I stood there waiting for it because, really, what else was I going to do?
“I have no clue. It was on the phone. But I mean, maybe it was just his mom or a friend or something. I’m sure he has female friends.” Melina shrugged, but the look on her face told me she was enjoying this far too much. I glared at her.
So it might be difficult to make this work, but after last night I knew that I wanted to try—wanted to give it all I had—not just one more date but actually give him a shot. Katie was right; I couldn’t hold Brad against him, and I wasn’t trying to, but it was something Melina said, well more so what she didn’t say.
It was a big deal that Dean had asked me out, and I was going to give him the chance he deserved. Not because I fully trusted him, I’d just met him and that would be stupid of me, but because I wanted to let him gain my trust.
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