The rakia sloshes in the small glass as I pour the second shot. I down it while I wait for my computer to boot up. With three clicks of my mouse, I have a clear shot of the woman I spent last night with.
She’s back at the poker table, worrying her plump bottom lip. The green dress doesn’t show off her cleavage, but the curve of her breasts still makes my mouth salivate. Her stack of chips is low, and the men at the table watch her like hyenas. I’d love to say they’re after her chips, but they’re probably after something else entirely. Which reminds me.
Dom picks up after the second ring. “Yes, boss?”
“Get rid of Mike.”
“Sorry?”
I inhale deeply, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Fire him. Iwant him fired.” Considering our line of business, I should really be careful with my words.
“When do you want me to do that?”Was he always so exasperating?
“Tonight.”
“Did he do something wrong?”
“Is this a fucking Q&A? He’s fired. End of story.” I end the call before he can bother me with more questions.
Mike’s been with us for a few years, but I don’t think I could look at his face without seeing him lick his lips while leering ather.
Her, who just won a massive pot, to the utter shock of the people at the table. How can they be so naïve?
You let her into your home last night, a voice in my head taunts. They’re just losing their chips, but you let an unnamed woman into your house, while you’re in the middle of a mafia war.
And I’d do it all over again,a different voice adds. My gaze falls to the tips of my fingers, still feeling her soft flesh. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, still tasting her. If I concentrate really well, I can still feel her clench my cock with her delicious pussy.
“Fuck,” I grind my teeth, realizing I’m hard.
One peek at the door and my decision is made. I lock it and get back to my chair, switching the camera to full screen. My cock springs out as soon as I unbutton my pants.
One flutter of her long eyelashes framing the blue pools of her eyes makes my cock twitch, and I wet the palm of my hand with my spit and grip my cock hard. A groan fights to escape me at the contact. My hand is nowhere near as good as the warm wetness of her pussy, but my memory makes up for it.
I pump my hand, my eyes scanning the screen. The blush on her cheeks, the smooth curve of her neck, those perfect lips, and the tits I wish I could suck on right now. My thoughts float with the sound of her moans and the sight of her tits bouncing right in front of me. She wins a huge stack of chips again, her lips pulling up into a smirk, and a growl breaks free from me.
The way she’s humiliating these men, who grossly underestimate her, pushes me closer to the edge. When she brushes her hair off her shoulders, revealing the faintest hint of nipples underneath the dress, I groan out my orgasm, gripping the desk with my free hand.
“Shit,” I pant out, trying to catch my breath. My eyes catch the white stain on my pants, and I shake my head. They might have survived the two drop-offs I had today, but obviously they haven’t survived this. Counting the jacket I gave her last night; I’m now down two suits because of her.
Not that I mind, considering the jacket looks better on her than it does on me. And I might imagine her wearing it. Preferably with nothing underneath.
I’d give her my entire closet if it came to it, which is concerning.Fuck, I’m losing my mind. I need to get my shit together.
CHAPTER 6
Leon
The tantalizing woman visited my casino four nights in a row. That means I’ve spent them hiding away in my office, stalking her on the security feed. I might have wrapped my fist around my cock a couple more times, rather than focusing on my job. It’s my fucking place, I should be able to walk around freely, but the thought of running into her makes my palms sweat. I don’t think I have it in me to resist her if we were face to face, and a large part of me knows that falling into bed with her again would be a horrible idea.
I don’t know who she is, and I can’t afford to have my mind wander right now. In the four days, I was lucky enough not to have to make any drop-offs, but I still had a ton to do. Watching the little minx every night interferes with my focus, whether or not I want it.
I consider myself a disciplined person. I’ve quit smoking after ten years, never looking back. Exercise has been a part of my daily life for six years now, and I never take a break from it. So this — keeping my computer off while I do my job — should be a piece of cake.
I straighten the stuff on my desk, rearranging every pen and paper on it, while waiting for Dominik. My gaze lands on theblack screen more times than I can count, but I don’t give in to temptation.
Finally, Dom’s large frame fills my doorway, and I exhale in relief.
Still, as he talks, filling me in on every detail of both the casino and the family business, I’m barely there. It’s all shit news, anyway. New warehouses that burned down, new distributors and clients we lost. Even though the screen is off, my eyes find it every few seconds, as if hoping the security feed will magically appear.
