Page 72 of Casino King

“No, Alec. I want to. I’m just surprised and nervous. I’ve never met someone’s family before,” I confess softly, playing with the napkin on my lap.

“You’ve also never had a cock inside of you before me. But you ended up loving it.”

I can’t hide the smile that overtakes my face. “Are you seriously comparing the two?”

He lifts his shoulder in a shrug, his eyes dancing with the memories of all the times and ways he’s had his cock inside of me. “I’ll protect you from them.”

My eyes widen. “Do I need protecting from them?”

“They’re nosey. Especially the women in my family.”

“I can handle my own,” I tell him, raising my chin.

“I know you can, mia bella rosa.”

“Alright then, as long as you know.” I smirk, sipping my wine. “I’d be honored to meet your family.”

Alec looks at me for a long moment, his rough edges softening for slightest of time to show me how much he liked hearing me say that.

We order dinner, and I eat my shrimp scampi like my life depended on it. “That was the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten,” I tell him, pushing my plate away. “Except for that one other thing,” I add, rimming the edge of my wine glass with my nail. Alec pauses mid-air as he was bringing his own glass to his lips. “I’m full, but I always have room for dessert.”

His eyes flare with unfiltered heat. Downing his wine, Alec stands, holding his hand out for me to take. He pulls me in close to whisper in my ear, “I’ll fill you up, bella.” His raspy voice sends electric waves down my spine and I lean into him, my legs suddenly feeling unsteady.

Wrapping his arm possessively around my waist, Alec guides me out of the restaurant. We walk around the outer perimeter of the casino, and when we reach a gold door, he places his hand on a scanner, punches in a keycode, and has his eye scanned before it unlocks.

I step through before him and the lights turn on from motion sensors, illuminating a short hallway with one black door to the left, and another straight ahead at the end. Heading for that one, Alec scans his hand and punches in another passcode.

Stepping through this door first as well, Alec turns the lights on behind me, and I smile to myself. His office here is just as I’d expect. A dark mahogany desk greets me with a brown wingback leather chair suitable for a king behind it. Bookshelves line the wall, where old leatherbound books with gold embossed designs call out to me to inspect closer.

Two brown leather chairs sit in front of the desk for guests, a drink cart off to the side holds an assortment of liquors, crystal glasses, and a cigar humidor, and then lining the wall next to me are rows of flatscreen TVs that I’m sure are used for security.

I know exactly what he wants, so I spin around and place my palms flat on his chest. “Go sit in your chair,” I tell him, and his eyes darken.

I give him a little push when he doesn’t move at first, and then close his office door. Taking a deep breath, I feel the wine buzzing in my blood, and I use that to slip into the bold Tessa he loves to watch on stage.

Turning to face Alec, I lock eyes with him as he sits back in his chair like the ruler he is. He angled the chair to the side for easier access, and with slow, deliberate steps, I walk towards the only man capable of bringing me to my knees.

When I round the desk, my eyes drop to the bulge in his pants and my core clenches, wanting him inside of me. But this isn’t for or about me. This is for Alec. I want him to come to work every day and picture me here on my knees as I take him deep into my mouth. He’ll hear my moans as I lick his entire length and suck on the tip like a lollipop I want to savor.

“Are you just going to stare, bella? Or are you going to get your dessert?” My eyes flash back up to his and I take another step closer, my tongue peeking out to lick my bottom lip.

Alec widens his legs and rubs his jaw, his eyes slits as they assess me like a prize he just won. He holds his hand out to me and I close the distance between us, his large hand encasing mine in a cage of warmth and security.

His eyes never leave mine as I kneel before him, his hand keeping a tight hold on mine.

Only when I’m between his legs does he let go, and I slide my hands up his thighs, gripping his hard length through his suit pants. Grunting, Alec looks down at me through hooded eyes.

He keeps his hands on the armrests of the chair, letting me do all the work. I undo his belt and slip the button free, sliding the zipper down slowly. I savor this moment. I may be the one on my knees, but he’s the one who needs me to take care of him.

Reaching inside of his pants, I free him from the confines of the expensive fabric, and Alec groans at my touch. I scoot as close to him as I can and look him in the eyes as I slide my hand down the length of him, tightening my fist when I reach the base. Keeping it there, I lean forward ever so slowly, breaking eye contact only when I’m staring down the barrel of the gun that has more than enough power to kill me when inside of me – driving me way past my limit on emotions and sensations.

Inhaling his masculine scent, I slide my tongue under his swollen crown that’s begging for attention, and then down his entire underside, following the vein that’s bulging from his tight, smooth skin.

Alec stiffens under me and I know he’s holding back from touching me. He wants me to stay in the lead. And for that, I feel a rush of power.

Tightening my fist, I flatten my tongue and lick my way back up, rimming his head and sliding it between the slit at the tip. Alec’s hips jerk towards me with a sexy grunt that fuels my need to make him fall apart because of me. Just me.

Sucking his entire swollen mushroomed head into my mouth, I let it pop from between my lips and look up at him before opening my mouth as wide as I can, taking as much of him as I can at once.

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