Page 45 of Gamble
She looked concerned. “What are you planning that you think I’ll want to stop?”
“That’s just it. I don’t want to tell you.” His voice cracked with need as he added, “I want to show you.”
It only took her a few seconds to answer with a breathy, “I can’t wait.”
That was all his brain needed to release its chokehold of control over his body. Pushing the door wide, he pulled Reaganinto the darkened room, letting the heavy door slam behind them.
They were alone, and she was his to do with whatever his fucked-up mind could come up with, except the only thing he wanted to do in that first moment was taste her.
Elijah crashed his mouth down on her lips, pushing Reagan’s back against the foyer wall hard enough to jostle the vase of fake flowers on the table next to them. He plunged his tongue into her welcoming mouth with the same urgency his cock ached to breach her tight pussy.
After a full day of foreplay, that first kiss was everything he’d hoped it might be. They’d already torn down so many barriers between them, yet the scorching-hot kiss broke through another layer, bringing a deeper level of intimacy than he could remember feeling with a woman.
Unwilling to pull away, Elijah started undressing her even as their tongues dueled. Dropping her skirt to the floor was easy. Pulling her top over her head required a short intermission.
He should slow things down. Seduce her. Instead, he ripped open his button-down dress shirt, sending buttons skittering across the tiled entry.
Her warm palms on his pecs were a green light to keep his foot on the gas. Reaching behind her, Elijah worked the clasp of Reagan’s bra, freeing her pert breasts. He pulled the offending fabric off her shoulders, letting it spill to the floor before palming the breasts he’d admired earlier while at the spa. Her boobs filled his hands perfectly, and he couldn’t resist pinching her nipples just hard enough to pull a groan from her freshly-kissed lips.
Diving forward, he latched his mouth onto her right tip, kissing and nipping hard enough that her legs wobbled beneath her. Elijah pressed into her, holding her immobile against thewall as he let his knee slip between her thighs, encouraging her legs to open.
The feel of her fingers running through his hair as she hugged his mouth to her curves fanned his need higher until all he could think about was being inside her.
Pulling himself away, Elijah reached down to scoop his birthday present into his arms. He carried her bridal-style deeper into their suite, happy when she hugged him back. Most men would carry her all the way to the bedroom and lay her down gently where he could make love to her reverently.
He was sure it would be nice.
But he wasn’t a vanilla. He was a dungeon master. A BDSM connoisseur, and while he may not have his play bag with him, his imagination came up with plenty of ways to take advantage of the moment, and none of them were nice.
They were dark and dirty.
Those desires had him carrying Reagan to the sitting area of the living room, depositing her onto a cushioned couch close to the wall of windows overlooking the famous Bellagio fountains. While he knew it was near impossible for people outside to see what was happening in the guest rooms, he was hoping the reflective nature of the windows had escaped Reagan’s attention. Her reaction to the public sex scene near the pool had given him an idea.
“On your knees, baby,” he instructed, dropping her lower half to the fabric first while pressing her body into the position he wanted her—legs spread wide, her hands supporting her bent torso, leaning above the back of the plush couch. A position not terribly different from the sex scene they’d witnessed near the pool.
As tempting as it was to yank his pants down and take her, Elijah forced himself to slow things down. Grabbing her hips from behind, he leaned in closer before asking. “How does itfeel to be on display?” When she didn’t respond, he pressed his knee against the front of the couch with enough force to push both Reagan and the piece of furniture forward until it crashed against the glass wall.
“Lean forward. Hands on the glass.”
“But…”
“No buts. You are much too beautiful to keep for myself. If anyone down there is lucky enough to look up, I want them to see just how gorgeous you are when you’re being fucked.”
Her body trembled as she followed directions. The new position helped press her ass out, the perfect placement to receive lashes from his leather belt.
Would she cry out in pain or moan with building desire? If he did it right, she’d do both.
As tempting as that visual was, Elijah tamped down the urge to introduce Reagan to impact play. It was too soon. Maybe later… but first…
“I’ll buy you a new pair of panties,” he promised even as he tore at the thinnest piece of fabric near her left hip. The dainty material ripped easily.
Elijah let his hands roam across her naked body, memorizing her small moans of pleasure.
“You are the best birthday present of my life,” he mumbled as his lips kissed a line of heat across her waist. He let the scent of her essence surround him, holding him as captive as if they were tied together.
He loved the feeling.
Only one more barrier remained. His hands went to his belt buckle, undoing the clasp before unzipping his fly. Shoving his pants to the floor, Elijah cursed when he remembered he needed to grab something important from his suitcase.
