Page 7 of The Side Deal
Tony sets down his water glass and leans forward, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “I’ll let you work it off...personally.”
“What does that mean?” I need to hear what he wants before I agree.
“It means you come over here and let me see if you’re as stunning without that dress as you are in it. It means you show me how much you want this.”
My panties grow damp. Fuck, I do want this. And the fact he thinks I’m willing to trade my body makes it hotter. I could do anything I want tonight, and clearly, my body wants me to be a slut who fucks the casino manager.
My thighs quiver as I stand and place my purse on the chair before moving in front of him.
Tony’s completely still except for his eyes tracking every movement. I reach behind me, finding the zipper at the small of my back. The slow rasp of it lowering fills the quiet office, and Tony’s jaw tightens.
The dress loosens around my body, but I hold it in place. Making him wait.
“Shannon.” His tone holds a warning, like he’s about ready to take control and rip my dress off me. Knowing he wants me makes me feel powerful.
I slide one spaghetti strap off my shoulder, then the other. The velvet clings to my breasts for a moment before I let it fall, the fabric pooling at my hips. The cool air hits my skin, and my nipples pebble beneath my black lace strapless bra.
Tony’s knuckles tighten on the armrests of his chair. My breathing speeds up, and all my nerve endings zing alive.He could shove me over his desk right now and fuck me hard. I’d just beg for more.
I shimmy my hips, and the dress slides down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my lingerie and heels. I step out of the crimson circle of fabric and kick it aside.
His eyes drag up my body—from my stilettos, over my thighs, lingering on the black lace barely covering my pussy, and up to my breasts before finally meeting my gaze.
“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” Tony’s voice roughens.
My pussy throbs with each heartbeat. I’m nearly naked, while he remains fully clothed, yet I’ve never felt more in control.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, not moving from his chair.
I trail my fingers down my stomach, hesitating at the waistband of my panties. This isn’t me—Shannon Matthews doesn’t fuck strangers in casino offices. But tonight, I’m not that woman, and I can already tell I’m wetter than I have been in months.
“Now,” Tony growls.
My hand slips beneath the lace, and my fingers glide easily between my folds. I moan at the contact as a shiver runs up my spine. It’s been over fifteen years since I’ve fucked another guy, and knowing I’m going into this willingly makes me feel like such a slut. It’s glorious.
“Show me your pussy,” he says.
I hook my thumbs into my panties and slide them down my thighs. When I step out of them, I spread my legs and silently thank the universe that I recently waxed. I’m nice and tidy with a small patch of hair that does nothing to hide my pussy.
Tony rises from his chair with predatory grace. He circles me slowly, his gaze burning across every inch of exposed skin. When he stops behind me, his breath warms my neck.
“Your husband is a lucky man.” His fingers trace my spine, barely touching.
My breath catches. “What makes you think I’m married?”
His fingertip taps the pale line on my ring finger. “Experience.” His lips brush my ear. “Does he know where you are?”
I’m truthful, but I don’t tell him everything. “He knows I’m at the casino. He doesn’t know about this.”
Tony’s hand slides around to cup my breast, thumb grazing my nipple through the lace. “And he lets you play these games?”
“I’ve never done this before.” My voice is breathless, barely recognizable.
“Interesting.” Tony unclasps my bra, and it falls to the floor. “Turn around.”
I pivot to face him, my nipples hardening further under his intense scrutiny. His hand cups my jaw, thumb pressing against my lower lip.
“Open.”
