Page 22 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

Her breath caressed his ear when she seductively told him, “From the tent in your pants, I can tell you’re ready. So am I. But first, you’ve got to say, please.”

Orazio couldn’t hold in his grin. Damn, he had to be careful with this woman. She wasn’t nervous at all. She was ready. Their game had already begun. And it seemed he would be the first to beg.Touché, Monique Rose. Touché.But he wasn’t going to cave that easily.

“Say goodbye to your friends first,” he told her.

She faced her two friends, one of which was grinning from ear to ear. The other was staring him up and down with a glare that would’ve made a lesser man nervous.

“See you tomorrow,” his Rose told her friends.

No, you won’t,Orazio thought.

Both friends stepped forward to hug her. Each whispered something in her ear. His impatience grew with each second that passed. The longer they talked to her, the longer he had to wait before he had her pussy on his tongue. He held himself still, forcing himself to let them have this moment.

Finally, they stepped away from her. But they didn’t leave. They watched them as Raz steered Monique toward their next destination. He could feel their gazes on his back as he walked away with their friend.

But his eyes were focused on his dessert. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her. Walking side by side, Orazio and Monique headed toward the elevators. He slowed his pace, wanting to fall back to take in her form.

Sexy as fuckdidn’t begin to describe this woman. She was all curves and beauty wrapped up in a skintight dress. Unwrapping that dress and feasting on the gift within was going to be the highlight of his night.

It would probably be the highlight of his week, considering the shitty week he’d had. He shoved outside thoughts aside.Tonight, he would place all of his attention on Monique Rose. Still walking slightly in front of him, she looked up at the sign that read:elevators.

When she veered in that direction, he placed his hand on the small of her back. She stopped walking. He felt her tremble. Or was that him? Connected by touch, he couldn’t tell. She glanced over her shoulder.

“Have you changed your mind?” she asked, staring up at him with those beautiful brown eyes that made him want to give her all his worldly possessions.

“No. My mind has been made up since the first second I saw you.”

How long had it been? Seven months. No, eight. Yeah, eight sounded about right.Her uncontested divorce had probably been the fastest in history. Raz had made sure of it. The corner of her lips lifted in a slight smile.

“If that’s true, why did you stop me?” she asked before her eyes dropped to where his hand was at the small of her back.

Orazio held back a groan. He wanted her to stare back at him like that while he was fucking her from behind.

Clearing his throat, he told her, “This isn’t our elevator. Ours is straight ahead.”

“But,” she started, looking back at the elevator sign. “The elevators are this way.”

“Those take you to the casino guest rooms. I’m not a guest. I own the casino.”

She looked back at him. “Oh, right. You still haven’t officially introduced yourself to me. In my head, I keep calling you...” she paused.

“What do you call me in your head?” Raz removed his hand from the small of her back to place it somewhere safer.

The urge to smack her ass and watch it jiggle had been plaguing him ever since he’d watched her walk over to chatwith her friends. He grabbed her hand and steered her to the elevators only a select few could use. When they reached them, he pressed the letter T on the panel.

“What floor does T take us to?” Monique asked as the doors opened.

“After you,” he told her, reluctantly releasing her hand.

She swallowed before repeating her question. “Where does T take us?”

It was his turn to ask her, “Are you changing your mind?”

She shook her head. “I made my mind up the moment you told me you could handle having me sit all of this on your face.”

She placed her hand on her hip, drawing his gaze there. Raz swiped his hand over his face and prayed for patience. Her words had left him speechless. Gritting his teeth, he shoved his hands into his pockets to keep from shoving her against the wall and going to his knees in front of her.

The elevator doors opened. Smiling, Monique stepped into the elevator and strode to the back wall. He couldn’t help being mesmerized by her ass as she walked. Slowly, she turned to face him. His gaze drifted upward, taking in all her curves. A smile curved across her face.

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