Page 70 of High Stakes

Excitement has me rushing to grab my coat and Maria waves as I rush to follow him outside. The crisp morning air bites at my skin as Rocco hits the fob on his keys. The car makes a loud beep noise and he opens the back door for me.

“Quick before I change my mind,” Rocco tells me and I quickly climb inside.

The drive to the casino is quiet at first. I keep my eyes on the passing scenery, my thoughts racing ahead to what I’m goingto say to Leone. But as the silence stretches, my curiosity about Sienna and what is going on with Rocco creeps in.

Rocco is the only one who might tell me something, every time I have mentioned her to Leone. He tells me it's not his business to pry but I can tell he is worried about Rocco.

“Rocco,” I begin hesitantly, glancing at his profile. His jaw is tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel like he’s trying to crush it. “Have you heard from Sienna?”

For a moment, I think he’s going to ignore me. Finally, he answers, his tone flat and unreadable. “No.”

That single word hits me harder than I expect. I want to ask more—to push for details, to understand why she hasn’t contacted anyone, or if she’s safe—but the tension rolling off Rocco is enough to warn me away from the subject. Not that he would hurt me, but I can tell he doesn’t want to talk about it.

The rest of the drive is spent in heavy silence. I stare out the window, trying to focus on Leone and the news I’m about to share with him.

When we pull up to the casino, Rocco doesn’t say a word as he parks the car. He gets out first, opening my door and glancing around like he’s checking for threats. I move to walk inside but his hand on my arm drags me back to him. We enter through the staff entrance foyer so I am not sure what he is worried about because only staff have access to this area and the lifts here. He uses his swipe card to use the lifts and we step in. I press the button before he has a chance and he looks at me.

“You seem…excitable,” he comments and I nod, but am glad to see his mood has changed slightly. His eyes crinkle in the corners, his lips quirking in the corners. “What did Dr. Stevens want?” he questions a knowing smile tugging at his lips. I say nothing, I don't have too. I swear everyone in the house is tracking my damn period so they all know I haven't had them.

When the elevator doors open we step out into the VIP section upstairs. Rocco leads me through the corridors to Leone's office door.

“You need me to come inside?” he asks, his tone a little softer now.

“No, I’ll be fine,” I reply. He nods, stepping closer, his hands grip my arms.

“This is good news,” he tells me and I smile. “Congratulations, now go tell your husband,” he chuckles before shocking me and kissing my forehead. He steps back and gives me a curt nod but doesn’t leave until I’m opening the office door. “Go, Leone will call me when you're ready to leave.” stepping inside, I turn to see Rocco move down the corridor.

The air inside Leone's office is warm and tinged with the faint smell of cigarette smoke. He is sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with his phone pressed to his ear.

Just seeing him fills me with a strange sense of calm. He’s dressed in one of his dark suits, his tie loosened slightly, his expression focused and serious as he speaks. Even in the middle of work, he has this commanding presence that pulls all the air from the room.

He notices me almost immediately, his sharp eyes flicking to the door. The moment they land on me, his expression softens, and he holds up a hand, signaling for me to wait a moment.

“I’ll call you back,” he says into the phone, his voice firm. He hangs up and rises from his chair, his lips curving into a small smile as he moves around the desk toward me.

“Fallon,” he says, his tone shifting to something warmer. “What are you doing here?”

I step further inside, closing the door behind me. My nerves flutter, but I push them down as I cross the room to him.

“I missed you,” I say softly, letting my coat slip from my shoulders and I shrug it off tossing it on the couch in the corner.

Leone’s brow lifts slightly, but his smile widens as I step closer. “You missed me?” he teases, his voice low and rich. “Where's Rocco?” he asks.

“Went downstairs after dropping me here.” Leone's phone rings, and he groans and moves to see who it is. I follow him only to see him reject the call. He turns back to me, but I place my hands on his chest. His warmth seeps through the fabric of his shirt as I slide my arms around his neck.

“Did something happen at home?” he asks. I shake my head. Before he can say anything else, I push him gently back into his chair and climb onto his lap, straddling him. He lets out a low chuckle, his hands coming to rest on my hips. “Maybe I just missed you.”

“Well,” he murmurs, his eyes scanning my face like he’s trying to read my mind. “I’m not complaining.”

"But," He pauses, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my waist and slipping under my blouse. “You didn't just come here simply because you missed me, did you? You want something, what is it?” His eyes search my face with a playful curiosity.

“Just to see you,” I lie, unable to keep the smile from my face as my hands move the buttons of his shirt. He watches as I undo each one, his hands moving to squeeze my ass beneath my skirt.

Leone's gaze lingers on me, his bright eyes burning with a mix of curiosity and desire. “You're a terrible liar.” I can feel his hands on my waist, calloused and rough, yet gentle as they trace patterns on my sensitive skin. My heart races in anticipation, my pussy already growing wet with need.

I lean in closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper, “Maybe I just wanted to ride your cock, Leone.”

His breath hitches in surprise, but I can feel his cock twitching beneath me, already hard and ready. I rock my hips against him, grinding down on his length as he groans low in his throat.

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