Page 76 of Boardwalk Kings

From the second we got off the elevator, we had the attention of everyone in the casino. Security guards and staff made a direct pathway for us to the restaurant.

The casino patrons stopped to look at me on Nico’s arm, wearing a four thousand dollar dress. It was like being a celebrity. People even snapped our pictures. Of course, Nico flipped out and tipped his head at the people. The guards took their cameras and deleted the images as we walked away.

As we approached the entrance to Dolce, a pretty brunette woman waited for us, beaming a smile at Nico. “Good evening, Mr. Luciano.”

He nodded. “Hey, V. Is my room ready?”

“Yes, Mr. Luciano. Right this way.”

We followed her up a flight of stairs, past dozens of tables, and to the back of the restaurant. The scent of garlic and spices floated through the air, burrowing into my nostrils. My mouth watered, and I licked my lips at the delicious aroma.

After the hostess showed us to the private room, I slid into the booth next to Nico. We had a ton of space, with a bar and other circular leather booths rounding out the area.

Like the private room at Spazio, we had one-way glass that allowed us to see the ground floor. I got on my knees and glanced over the booth to peek down at the guests eating below us. Nico grabbed my ass over the silky fabric. Then he shoved the material up to my hips and sunk his teeth into my bare ass.

“You’re intoxicating, Ava.” He inched lower, his tongue splitting me down the center. “Put your hands on the bench.”

“Nico,” I moaned as he spread my ass so he could drive his tongue deeper. “Oh, God.” My fingers made indents in the leather from holding on so tightly.

He licked and sucked, his fingers pricking my skin as he ate my pussy like he was starving. I rode his face, desperate for more of the overwhelming sensation sending shockwaves throughout my body. And then he slammed two fingers inside my wetness, filling me up. I clenched around him, so close to an earth-shattering orgasm brewing inside me.

“Nico,” I screamed, smothering him with my pussy.

He feasted on me, getting more aggressive with each flick of his tongue, his fingers driving me to the finish line.

My legs trembled so much that Nico had to hook his arm around my middle and pull me down to the bench beside him.

“I’ve been waiting to do that all week.” Nico smeared my juices across my lips. “Taste yourself, baby.” Then he pushed them into my mouth. “Show me how you’re going to suck my cock.”

I gripped his wrist and sucked like he wanted, staring into his eyes. My heart fluttered when he looked at me like he would devour me.

He removed his fingers from my mouth, and I licked my spit from them.

“I have plans for you.” Nico dipped his head and swept his tongue into my mouth, stealing my breath. “You’ll feel like a queen by the night’s end.”

I cupped his cheek and smiled. “Every king needs a queen.” My gaze swept around the room. “I can’t believe you did all this on our first date.”

“It’s a special occasion.” Nico pressed his lips to mine. “I owed you after leaving you hanging the other night.” He squeezed my knee, and his hand traveled up my inner thigh. “I’m starving. But I’d rather make you my meal.”

“Have you been thinking about me a lot this week?”

He inched higher and nodded. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Who says you get to fuck me?” I smirked. “Dinner and expensive gifts don’t guarantee you a one-way ticket to my pussy.”

“Mio Dio, woman.” He shook his head, laughing. “You drive me fucking crazy.” Then, invading my space, he hovered over me and inspected my face. Our mouths were so close I felt his breath on my lips. “How about I play you for it?”

“You want to bet on sex?”

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. “Do you know how to play roulette?”

“Sure.” I shrugged. “It’s probably the easiest table game.”

Nico tucked my hair behind my ear and rubbed the pad of his thumb across my cheek. “After dinner, we’ll go down to the tables. Whoever wins best out of five gets to make the rules tonight.”

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The food was terrific. But throughout dinner, I could only think about one thing. I didn’t give a damn if I won or lost at roulette. Because no matter what, I had every intention of fucking Nico tonight.

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