Page 7 of Big Bold Gambler

“Oh!” I gasp into his mouth as he pushes my panties aside and brushes his knuckle through my folds, finding no resistance there.

“You’re so wet just from this,” he murmurs, his tongue darting out to drag across my bottom lip. “Incredible, Jeannie.”

He kisses me again, the flat of his fingertip gently pressing inside of me. It’s divine, yet not enough. If I had the voice, if my mouth weren’t so occupied by his, I’d ask for more. As it is, I happily take what he’s giving me.

As soon as the pressure was given, it’s taken away. Before I’m able to whine about the loss, his finger drifts upward, finding a bundle of nerves that makes me moan. My thighs tense, and my fingertips dig into his arms.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” I hope he doesn’t expect an answer; I don’t have the voice or the words.

His onslaught against my clit is unforgiving. He targets it, and sensations I’ve never experienced before shoot through my entire body. Something coils deep in my belly, and tremors run up my sides. Something’s creeping up on me, something I’ve yet to experience on my own.

I make a choked off noise against his lips, trying to kiss him once again. My toes curl in my socks, and my chest seizes. My orgasm washes over me, and I see stars behind my eyelids.

Maxwell seems to know what’s happening before I do, his movements becoming more enthusiastic. He works me through my pleasure, murmuring words that I don’t catch. The tone is warm, reverent. It only makes all of the feelings inundating me more intense.

“Incredible, Jeannie,” he says, giving me a chaste kiss as he removes his hand from my pants. “You make the most incredible noises.”

I just laugh, my eyes focused on his face. His pupils are blown, his normally bright blue irises overtaken by lust. Then, I glance between us, seeing a bulge in his own jeans. Before I’m able to offer to help, his phone rings and he curses under his breath.

“Yeah?” he barks into his cell. He’s quiet for a moment, listening to the person on the other end. Then, he says, “Yeah. I’ll be there soon.”

“What’s up?” I ask when he hangs up.

“Just something I have to take care of.” He heaves a long sigh, sounding resigned. “I’m sorry to run off so quickly after that, but I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Yeah,” I relent, trying to hide my disappointment. My eyes fall closed as he pulls me into another kiss. “I’ll see you soon.”

When he lets go of me, he gives me an appraising look. Then, with another goodbye, he leaves my house. I stay rooted to thespot, doing my best to process what just happened and what it means.

Chapter Four

Maxwell

Leaving Jeannie might have been one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. She looked so vulnerable and trusting, and I felt like a real dick not sticking around after her first sexual experience. One of Patrick’s contacts needed my assistance at the casino, though.

When I bought the place, I knew that I would be helping wash money. Even if you remove yourself from it, you can never truly get away from the mafia. Patrick and I live relatively normal lives now, me more so than Patrick, but that doesn’t mean things are quiet. He still goes on “business” trips on behalf of them. I simply provide them with a place to make their money legitimate.

It takes longer than it should to get their cash taken care of. The men insist that I sit with them while they play poker, trying to pressure me into drinking with them. I suppose they haven’t gotten the memo that I stepped away from that when I took a step back from mob work.

The men don’t leave until late into the night. I head out about an hour after they do. I desperately want to go back to Jeannie,but the hour makes that inclination questionable. Instead, I go home and fall asleep dreaming of seeing her in the morning.

I wake up to a message from her asking if everything went well. After replying to her, I get myself ready and head out, stopping by a local cafe to pick up two coffees and two croissants. Then, I make my way to Jeannie’s place.

It takes her a few minutes to answer the door, and when she sees me standing there, I see several things flash across her face. The first is annoyance, then confusion, and finally excitement. She’s so expressive that I want nothing more than to kiss her right here, but my hands are full.

“Maxwell, come in,” she says, stepping out of the way so I can join her inside. “What are you doing here?”

“I felt bad about leaving the way I did yesterday,” I reply as she closes the door. “So, I brought breakfast.”

“For me?” she asks, staring at the containers in my hands. When I nod, she takes her coffee and one of the bags, saying, “You really didn’t have to, but thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” I take a sip of my coffee. “How about we sit down and eat?”

She agrees, leading me to the kitchen. There, we enjoy our meal in relative silence, both of us waking up as we drink our caffeine and munch on our pastries. When we finish, she looks at me expectantly.

“So,” I reach across the table to grab her hand, “what do you say we pick up where we left off yesterday?”

Jeannie blushes a bright red. I just can’t get enough of it. She gets flustered so easily. I hope that she stays like this, that I’malways able to catch her off guard and flatter her so thoroughly that it shows on her face.

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