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Will a single day go by without this guy surprising the hell out of me? “You can fly a helicopter?”
He winks at me. “I think you’ll find there’s no end to my talents, King.”
Cocky fuck. There are a few employees working late, and that’s the only thing stopping me from pinning him to the wall and sampling a few of those talents right now.
Mason is a skilled pilot.He’s all serious business while he flies, and it doesn’t take long for the twinkling lights of Atlantic City to come into view.
“We’re going to Atlantic City?” I ask, peering out the window.
“Yup. Close enough to get there fast; far enough away for nobody to know us, and full of people too busy having fun to notice us even if they did. Seemed like the perfect place.”
I can’t argue with that. It’s a perfect date that’s not a date.
There’s a concierge waiting at the helipad on the top of the hotel when we land. He greets Mason by name before handing him a room key. My stomach is bubbling with nervous excitement as he leads me toward the presidential suite. He’s obviously been here before, but I don’t dwell on that. I’m in Atlantic City with Mason, in one of the best casinos on the strip.
He drops his bag on the floor while I check out the suite, which is bigger than my apartment. He walks up behind me while I stare out at the incredible view of the ocean through the floor-to-ceiling window. “Would you look at that,” I say, pointing at the incredible sight before me.
He runs his nose along the back of my neck and his hand over my ass. “I’m too busy admiring you to bother looking at the ocean,” he says in a husky voice. “And I think it might be a good idea for us to get out of this hotel room before we end up not leaving it at all.”
I spin around and grab his hips, tugging him closer. When I run my hand across his zipper, I find him already hard. “That doesn’t sound like the worst idea.”
His grin is wicked and wolfish, and I want to devour him. “We have all night. Would be a shame not to check out the casino, at least.”
“I guess. What’s the point of having a billionaire boyfriend if not to have him fly you to Atlantic City in his own private helicopter and watch him blow some of his fortune in a casino?”
He laughs darkly and grazes his lips over mine. “Oh, babe. I never lose.”
Chapter
Forty-One
MASON
King is incredible at blackjack, and I enjoy simply watching him play. He quits when he’s up by eight thousand dollars, and we step away from the table.
“What do you want to do now, Hotshot? Take me for dinner with your winnings?”
He brings his mouth much closer to my ear than he usually would in public. “I’ll buy you dinner, Playboy. But how do you feel about room service?”
I feel all kinds of things, most of them in my cock. “I love room service.”
We walk through the casino and take the private elevator to the presidential suite, and even in there, we refrain from touching. Sexual tension sizzles between us like it’s a living, breathing thing, growing fiercer with every moment we deny it. By the time we get into the room, we’re worked into a frenzy. As soon as the door closes, we clash, mouths hot and frantic for each other, bodies flush, hands grabbing and taking what we want. It’s frenetic and chaotic and beautiful.
I pin him to the door, one hand fisted in his shirt and the other around his throat, holding him in place while I kiss him like he’s the air responsible for my breath. He lets out a raggedgroan that makes me smile against his lips. I love making him come undone.
“How does this date that’s not a date compare to the last one?”
He arches an eyebrow, and we take a much-needed breath. “I guess it’s okay, but I seem to remember there was dancing during the last one.”
Fuck me, I love this playful side of him, and I’ll do everything I can to bring it out of him more often. “I think I can fix that.”
I take out my cell phone, connect it to the suite’s Bluetooth speaker, and quickly choose a song.
He smirks at me when the opening beats of “Chasing Cars”begin to play. “Do you have a playlist of all the songs we used to make out to on there?”
I step closer, sliding my arms around his waist. “I do now.”
He grabs my hips, and his body sways against mine as we resume our kiss, less hurried than before. This is sensual and sweet. A kiss born of knowing we have all the time we need.
