Page 73 of Casino King

“Fuck,” Alec groans, his hands tightening on the armrests, the leather creaking beneath his fingers.

I slide one hand under his crisp white dress shirt to feel his taut skin across his muscles as they flex into my touch. Tightening my fist at the base of his thick cock, I can barely get my hand all the way around him.

Working in tandem, I go down on him as far as I can with my fist moving up to meet me the rest of the way.

I relax my jaw and take him even deeper, and when he bumps the back of my throat, he grunts, and I pick up my rhythm.

Bobbing up and down, the leather creaks again as his grip tightens on the armrest beside my head. I feel him swell inside of my mouth and I moan around him, making Alec groan at my vibrations. I tighten my lips and suck as hard as I can on my way back up his length.

I know he’s close.

Picking up the pace, I feel him harden and lengthen further until he can’t hold back any longer when I tighten and twist my hand around his cock, swallowing him down my throat as far as I can take him.

Alec groans out long and low as hot spurts of come shoot down my throat, filling me with his seed. He tastes like a man – musky, spicy, powerful. I just took a little of his power, and I can feel it running through me as a new part of my soul – a piece of him in me.

Licking him clean so I get every last drop that I earned, I rest my hands on his thighs and look up at him. His eyes are hooded and his jaw is tight.

He reaches out and grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Are you full now, bella? Did I taste better than your meal?” His low, hypnotic voice mixed with the taste of him on my tongue has me reeling.

“Yes, and yes.”

“Come here. Let me take care of you now,” he says, holding his hand out for me to take.

On my feet, Alec grips the hem of my dress and lifts it above my ass before laying me out on his desk and making good on his promise to take care of me. More than once.

Chapter 25

Tessa

Sleeping in, I wake up alone, but I curl into Alec’s pillow and inhale his manly scent.

I never knew a man could, or would, be so relentless in his desire for me. It’s like Alec can’t sleep until he’s wrung me out and we both pass out entangled together. I’m not complaining, though. I never would. Because when I’m so tired and laying across his chest, it’s in that moment I can feel his steady, thumping heartbeat beneath my cheek and it makes me feel closer to him.

It can be easy to get wrapped up in seeing him as more than a man and capable of things that regular men never could be. But when I’m lulled to sleep by the sound of his heartbeat, I’m reminded that he’s real. He’s capable of so much more, but he’s also a man capable of feeling more than just death and vengeance.

I’m so in love with him, I don’t even think the word love is enough to encapsulate how I feel. I don’t think any single word can. But love is the only one that comes close to describing the all-consuming burning blaze that lives inside of my heart, soul, and body just for him.

Who he is to everyone else doesn’t matter. It’s who he is with me that I’ll only ever judge him on. He’s just Alec to me. My Alec.

Slipping on a robe, I head into the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee. I bring a dining room chair over to the windows and enjoy my coffee with a view.

The mid-morning sun glints off the breaks in the ocean as waves crash against the shore. I’ve always loved the ocean. There’s something so mysterious about it that makes me feel like I can sit and stare at it all day.

There’s a whole world beneath the surface – vast, deep, delicate, and intricate. The life of one species is always dependent on the life of another. They feed each other, from the bottom of the food chain to the top. Each serves a purpose and an important role.

But from here, looking at the ocean from the top floor of the tallest building in the city, all I see is a slate of blue. All of that life isn’t visible until you dive in and explore. It’s like people in that way. You can look at a person and see their beauty, or the beauty they want you to see, but you have to dive beneath their surface to see who they really are. That’s when you discover how intricate the makeup of a single person is and why they are who they are. Everything they’ve done, seen, experienced, and stand for, make up who they are and make them unique and different from anyone else.

I can’t even pretend to know everything that lies beneath Alec’s surface, but I want nothing more than to have the time to discover as much as I can.

“Tessa,” a voice says behind me, startling me from my thoughts. Turning my head, I see Vinny standing by the door.

“Hey, Vinny. I didn’t hear you come in. Alec isn’t here if you’re looking for him.”

“He didn’t come back here?” he asks, his brows coming together.

“No. Should he have? Is he okay?”

His features smooth out, showing no emotion. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I just needed to go over something else with him that I didn’t get to this morning.”

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