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What is going on with me? I never feel like this for men I just met, hell, ones I’ve known for a long time haven’t elicited this reaction from my body. Which is one of the main reasons I’m still a virgin. No one has ever gotten my motor running hard enough to make me want to sleep with them, I’d rather use my Hitachi wand, when Mary isn’t home.
He hands me another chip, making it the third one of the night. I don’t know how much money he’s won versus how much he took out in chips, but it feels like he’s giving me all of it.
“Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?” I use the word waiting to see his reaction.
His nostrils flare. He looks like he wants to scoop me up and carry me out of here, maybe even spank me for using sir, when he told me to use his name in the first place.
“I’m okay for now. Still have a few more rounds to play. When do you get off work?”
I shake my head. “Not for another five hours and I have to go home to make sure my roommate made it home safe from work. Will you still be here tomorrow?”
His gaze travels down my body and I feel it all the way down to my toes. I might as well be nude in front of him. Is he thinking of all the things he could do to make me moan? I shiver as the thought enters my mind. What I said isn’t a lie, I do want to go home and make sure that Mary got back safe. I worry about her walking the strip at night by herself. I pray that she uses my Uber account to get a ride home. An Uber can still be dangerous, but not as dangerous as the strip can be for a lone female at night.
Finally, he nods. “I’ll be here until Saturday morning. I’m always available for anything.”
I want to ask him what state he lives in. Even though I want him, sleeping with some random guy, who I would likely never see again, scares me. I know Donna thinks of it as just sex, and maybe I’ll get to the point where it’s that for me, too, but I somehow doubt that. I’ve gone this long without sex, so it holds some kind of importance in my life. Even still as the fear enters my mind, my mouth says, “Perhaps we can meet up before you leave.”
A gruff voice clears his throat. “If you two are done eye-fucking each other, I need a refill on my rum and coke, and this feller needs a new beer.”
I blink as reality crashes back over me. I’m at work, and I need to be working. Shit. How did he pull me in so far? He’s like a black hole, I can’t help but become pulled toward him.
I glance at Daniel who is giving me theYou good?look. We’re not super close, but he does know I’m not the type to get like this over a guy. Especially since he’s watched me turn down several of my coworkers.
I take their glass and beer bottles and hurry to get them refreshed. I’m embarrassed, but it doesn’t stop the ache that has crept in between my thighs, all because of a man that’s as hot as sin. Fitting for this city.
Who is this man named Knox, and why in a few short hours has he turned my world upside down?
Chapter Four
Knox
It takeseverything to me not to invite Carissa to my room, but she made it clear that she couldn’t tonight. She did say she was interested in meeting up before I leave.
She’s young, and though that makes me a little uncomfortable, I have to remind myself that she’s at the very least twenty-one. So she’s a full-grown woman, who can decide if she wants to pursue something with me.
I keep playing until the end of her shift, switching to poker and the slots. By my fourth whiskey, the lewd thoughts running through my head are almost too much, but the whiskey keeps my dick at bay, which is why I picked it. It’s one of the few alcohols I hardly ever get an erection with, but my dick sure as hell gave its best shot while around her tonight.
A light hand touches my shoulder and I turn my head to find her standing behind me. She bites her full lower lip. “I’m getting off my shift now, but I just wanted to say bye. I hope I see you again, tomorrow. I’ll be working until nine, but perhaps we could do something after?”
I look her over. Her sassy flirting has gone away, and she suddenly seems like a woman who’s putting herself on the line. As if she’s afraid I’ll reject her now that she’s leaving.
Standing from my seat at the slot machine, I notice for the first time that I tower over her, which only serves to make her hotter to me. I like small girls, they make it so easy to bounce them on my dick while standing.
The warmth of whisky rushes through me, doing its job at keeping my dick down, but it doesn’t turn off my brain, and because of that fact, all I can think about is wanting to sleep with this woman.
I’m not typically like this, not unless I’ve had a long dry spell between partners, but it’s only been three weeks. I shouldn’t be this desperate for new ass after three weeks. But there’s just something about her. I want to fuck her so hard she won’t be able to walk straight the next morning, but I also want to be able to hold her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. The polarity of the two emotions makes my head spin, and all that leaves my mouth is, “Yes.”
I shake my head and blink. “Sorry, I think that fifth whisky has gone to my head. I would love to hang out with you whenever you can and want to.”
A strand of auburn hair falls into her eyes and before I can think about it, I push it behind her ear.
Her eyes widen a bit at the sudden action, and I rub the back of my neck. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your bubble. I should probably head up to my room before I make you not want to hang out with me.”
She shakes her head and smiles. “It’s okay. I didn’t mind it. I still want to hang out with you.” She pulls at her full lower lip she sucked into her mouth with her teeth.
I feel myself lean toward her. I want nothing more than to kiss her, but we’re on the floor and she’s still in her uniform. The last thing I would want to do is get her in trouble for making out with a patron on the floor. I’m sure there’s some kind of rule against doing something like that while on the clock.
Carissa teeters on her toes closer to me as well. The scent of vanilla washes over my senses making me reach out and let my fingers ghost along her palm before I get ahold of myself and pull back. “Tomorrow evening then?”
