Page 114 of High Roller

I laugh. “I would expect nothing less from Victor.”

“We weren’t aware he was seeing anyone, so this is a delightful development,” Rylee says as Memphis pulls the car up to the valet area.

“It’s new,” I say with a small smile.

Memphis steps out of the car and hands the valet attendant the key before opening my door. Another employee opens Rylee’s door, and soon we are walking through the casino being followed by an army of staff. Who is Memphis Foster? The name seems vaguely familiar, but I’m not sure why.

One of the employees hands Memphis an envelope, which he passes to me. “Key to your room for the afternoon. And my card in case you need anything before Victor gets here. That’s my personal cell number.”

“Mr. Novak is ready for you,” someone says from behind him before I can respond.

A guard who could be a clone of the one I left at UNLV steps into place beside me as Memphis and Rylee say goodbye and go off in opposite directions. Soon I find myself on an elevator with the stoic man who seems uninterested in speaking to me. Not that I blame him. Victor likely threatened him after what happened at the university.

The luxury suite is way too big for someone to take an afternoon nap in, but since being in Victor’s circle I’ve come to realize that money makes you see your surroundings differently.

Still, being up late and the stress of this morning overwhelms me, and I strip off my clothes and climb into bed. Before I drift off to sleep, I snap a naked selfie and send it to Victor. There’s still no response to my previous texts, so I put it on the wireless charging disk that’s conveniently on the nightstand and close my eyes.

Something wakes me, and I bolt upright in bed. Two arms wrap around me and a hand clamps over my mouth just as I’m about to scream. “Shh. It’s me, Mariposa. It’s me.”

I sag against him as my heart slows to a normal rhythm.

For a moment, the only sound is our breathing as I let his warmth wash over me. Finally, he presses his lips to my ear for a tender kiss. “Did you have a good nap?”

“I did. Naps aren’t something I normally take, so this was nice.”

“Good. Then we can talk about how stupid it was for you to not let security come into the Administration building with you.”

I groan and roll away from him, pulling my knees to my chest as I wrap my arms around them.

“I understand that now. But he was so overbearing, and people would have stared. I wanted to get in and get out and get back to your house.”

“Never again, Grace. I mean it. We don’t have a clue what we are dealing with here, and you can never be too careful. They still can’t find your bodyguard, and the camera footage got wiped.”

My heart is racing again, and I hope I didn’t get someone killed. The thought twists my stomach into a knot, and I eye the bathroom just in case I need to run for the toilet.

“I’m sorry. I promise. Never again,” I whisper when he tucks a finger under my chin and stares at me intently.

“Good. Now let’s talk about how we’re going to enjoy this room before we go home.” He pulls me to a sitting position, and I snuggle against his chest.

“What did you have in mind, Sir?”

“I’m tempted to spank you for not taking security into the building with you. But I suspect you’ve been through enough today without me punishing you.”

My body ignites at his words, and my nipples tighten beneath my shirt. My pussy clenches, and I close my eyes. I like it when Victor spanks me.

He senses the change in me and leans back, cupping the back of my head with his palm. “Or does my naughty butterfly want a spanking?”

I chew my lip, uncertain. Punishment is not something I enjoy. It means I’ve displeased him. At the same time, I enjoy the mix of pleasure and pain that Victor provides.

“Maybe. But I don’t want to be punished. I know I screwed up. Please don’t scold me.”

He closes his eyes and presses his forehead to mine. “As long as you understand the gravity of this situation, Grace. You have my word. I won’t lecture or scold. But I am going to light your bare ass on fire.”

“And every other part of me, apparently,” I mutter when his threat sends flutters through my system.

He chuckles. “Something tells me even if you’re a good girl I’m going to be giving you a sore ass quite often. Stand in front of me with your hands on your head.”

I jump to obey, and in a few seconds, I’m standing naked in front of him.

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