The Billionaire's Gamble

Nolan lowers himself down beside me on the bed. He looks like he might kiss me, but he doesn’t. He just stares at me with a dazed expression, almost…lost. I’d give almost anything to know what thoughts were passing through his head at that moment. Then that haunted look is gone, and he smiles. “You’re amazing. Did you know that?”

“Me?” I laugh, shaking my head quickly. “I’ve been told I make a mean blueberry pie, but that’s about it.”

I was trying to make a joke…but he doesn’t smile. He’s so serious that I wonder if I’ve made a mistake until he says, “I’d very much like to taste that someday.”

My mouth goes dry, my heart fumbling as it skips a beat.

I look away, and the moment is suddenly broken. We carefully disengage, and I clean up in the bathroom. Taking a second to smooth my hair, I look at my body. It’s flushed and warm, and somehow looks better to me than it has in a long time. I laugh to myself. Maybe sex is the secret key to self-esteem I’ve been looking for.

I step out into the room, planning to do a sort of sexy pose. Instead I yawn, blushing as I do so.

Nolan chuckles. He’s put on some soft pants and he’s spread out on the pillows of the bed like a king. “Tired?” he asks.

“A little,” I admit. “Maybe I should go to my room. My flight is really early tomorrow.”

He winces, so fast I almost miss it. “Stay here. There’s plenty of space.”

“Are you sure?” I glance at the big windows, then back to him. “I won’t lie. Your room is way better than mine.”

Nolan stands up, and I get to view him in a way I couldn’t in the middle of sex. He’s solid as a rock, everything from his arms to his abs defined in that way that makes you want to reach out and touch—to explore. I imagine licking whiskey out of the valleys in his stomach and I blush. My eyes fall to the lines of his hips that disappear into his pants, and I find my mouth watering. He’s absolutely edible, and I don’t know how I managed to get this lucky. I guess what happens in Vegas…

In two steps he’s in front of me, drawing me towards him. He presses me against the glass of the windows and kisses me.

“Yes. I’m very sure.”

And so am I.

4

Nolan

I wake to pleasure.

It takes a few seconds for me to place where I am—in Las Vegas. In my hotel room. With Dani.

Whose lips are currently wrapped around my cock.

What?

I blink my eyes open, and in the ambient light pouring in the windows, I see a shape under the blankets, and the flick of her tongue confirms that I’m not dreaming. “Dani,” I say, my voice rough with sleep, “what are you doing?” Her soft chuckle rises from under the fabric, and my cock goes fully hard. “I thought it would be pretty clear,” she says.

Her mouth wraps around me again, encasing me in pure heat, and I groan. Her laughter vibrates on my skin, and I flip the blanket back to see her looking up at me with mischief in her eyes. She sucks on the head of my cock, releasing me with a popping sound, and holy fuck that’s hot. I sit up on my elbows, watching her. I’m surprised—this isn’t something I would have thought she’d do. Not that I mind.

“Why?” I ask, mentally kicking myself. But I don’t want her sucking me off because she feels like she somehow owes me. I’ve had that happen before, and it’s not fun.

She raises an eyebrow. “Why not?” I open my mouth to make her clarify, and she takes my cock in her hand, gently squeezing. “Nolan,” she says, my name honey in her voice, “stop talking and let me do this.”

It’s my turn to raise an eyebrow. Women don’t talk to me that way. Hell, no one talks to me that way. But I’ll let her get away with it…for now. I grin as I imagine all the things I can do to her while I tell her to stop talking and let me pleasure her.

Her eyes glance downward for a moment, and she smiles at me. Dipping her head out of view, I feel her lips touch my balls. I hiss out a breath at the unexpected contact, and a groan follows quickly as she opens her mouth. Dani’s tongue is tentative, cautious. She explores me with her mouth and my cock twitches against her hand in time with her exploration. When she takes them into her mouth, it’s enough to make me lose control. I ball my hands into fists, the muscles in my thighs flexing, fighting to keep still and let her continue at her own pace.