great idea. The business
center on the third floor is open twenty-four hours a day. They'll get you all
set up, then you come back down here and I'll gift wrap this for you."
Gieselle smiled. "Thank you. He's going to love
it."
A half-hour later, she snuck into their suite and set the
little package under the tree for him to find. She undressed, slid back into
bed, and he rolled over, capturing her in his arms.
"Where'd you go, baby?"
"Just felt the need to gamble." Gamble on offering
this man a little more of her life.
****
Boone felt the bed shake. Half-awake, he'd been dreaming of
the beautiful woman he'd made love to early this morning, and his cock stood at
full mast.
The covers shifted and something warm touched his thigh.
He opened one eye.
Gigi's feet stuck out of the covers on the other side of the
bed. She licked and nibbled at his hipbone.
"What's going on here?" His growl set a giggle
rolling from her.
"Room service." Her soft hair trailed onto his
belly as her breath blew hot against his shaft.
"This is the kind of room service I've been looking for
my whole life."
A warm hand grasped the base of his cock and her tongue
trailed a path up to his throbbing head. "Only in Vegas, baby."
He laughed.
She giggled, and got very busy under the covers.
A half hour later, after Gigi begged him to get out of bed
so they could go down to the buffet and eat, he stepped out of the shower.
"Your phone buzzed." She stood gorgeously naked
brushing on mascara in the bathroom mirror.
He walked up behind her, dripping wet, and pressed his hard
cock into the crease of her fine ass. "You sure we don't have time for a quick—"
"I'm starving. And it's my birthday." She wiggled
her ass against his erection. "Feed me first and I'll spend the rest of
the day in bed with you."
He hefted out a breath. He'd hold her to that promise.
"Best Christmas ever." Their eyes met in the mirror.
She smiled. "For me, too."
Pushing back, he dried himself and forced his heart to back
away, too. No sense in drifting into her pretty hazel eyes and dreaming of
things that couldn't be. In the bedroom, he found his phone.
Dallas had sent a text. Did you get $125K worth of nookie
out of your buckle bunny?
"Harsh." It was Dallas's way of reminding him not
to get involved. Not to fall in… He looked into the bathroom where Gigi
blow-dried her hair. No, not love. Just a need for companionship. If he kept
telling himself that, sooner or later he'd believe it.
Boone typed his reply. Less taxes, of course. He shook his
head. This wasn't the conversation he should be having about a woman like Gigi.
But if it would keep Dallas from busting in and hauling him back to Reno, he'd
play along. He slipped into a clean pair of boxers and jeans.
His phone buzzed again. Dallas texted, Taxes up the ass,
buddy!
"Crude fucker." He replied, That's a lot of taxes.
Gonna need more lube. It felt awkward talking about her like that, but Dallas
didn't need to know how invested he'd become in Gigi. He read his words again
and wished there was a way to recall that last text. "Shit." He set
his phone down and walked out to the mini fridge for a bottle of water.
Cracking it open, he stood looking out at Vegas in the
morning sunlight. A different world than the nighttime city. This morning, it
looked hard and cold, frayed at the edges and dirty all over.
"No." Gigi's soft cry came from the bedroom.
He rushed back in. She wore her robe and held…his phone.
"Aw, hell."
"Dallas says to take the cost of the lube out of Gigi's
half." She looked at him with pain and terror in her eyes. "I read
the other messages, too." Her hand shook as she handed it to him.
He set the phone in a dresser drawer as his heart shot a
twinge across his chest. "You're reading my messages?" It was the
first thing he thought to say, and the last thing he should have spoken out
loud.
Tears filled her eyes. "I saw my name. I didn't mean
to…" She shook her head and turned away.
"Listen,
center on the third floor is open twenty-four hours a day. They'll get you all
set up, then you come back down here and I'll gift wrap this for you."
Gieselle smiled. "Thank you. He's going to love
it."
A half-hour later, she snuck into their suite and set the
little package under the tree for him to find. She undressed, slid back into
bed, and he rolled over, capturing her in his arms.
"Where'd you go, baby?"
"Just felt the need to gamble." Gamble on offering
this man a little more of her life.
****
Boone felt the bed shake. Half-awake, he'd been dreaming of
the beautiful woman he'd made love to early this morning, and his cock stood at
full mast.
The covers shifted and something warm touched his thigh.
He opened one eye.
Gigi's feet stuck out of the covers on the other side of the
bed. She licked and nibbled at his hipbone.
"What's going on here?" His growl set a giggle
rolling from her.
"Room service." Her soft hair trailed onto his
belly as her breath blew hot against his shaft.
"This is the kind of room service I've been looking for
my whole life."
A warm hand grasped the base of his cock and her tongue
trailed a path up to his throbbing head. "Only in Vegas, baby."
He laughed.
She giggled, and got very busy under the covers.
A half hour later, after Gigi begged him to get out of bed
so they could go down to the buffet and eat, he stepped out of the shower.
"Your phone buzzed." She stood gorgeously naked
brushing on mascara in the bathroom mirror.
He walked up behind her, dripping wet, and pressed his hard
cock into the crease of her fine ass. "You sure we don't have time for a quick—"
"I'm starving. And it's my birthday." She wiggled
her ass against his erection. "Feed me first and I'll spend the rest of
the day in bed with you."
He hefted out a breath. He'd hold her to that promise.
"Best Christmas ever." Their eyes met in the mirror.
She smiled. "For me, too."
Pushing back, he dried himself and forced his heart to back
away, too. No sense in drifting into her pretty hazel eyes and dreaming of
things that couldn't be. In the bedroom, he found his phone.
Dallas had sent a text. Did you get $125K worth of nookie
out of your buckle bunny?
"Harsh." It was Dallas's way of reminding him not
to get involved. Not to fall in… He looked into the bathroom where Gigi
blow-dried her hair. No, not love. Just a need for companionship. If he kept
telling himself that, sooner or later he'd believe it.
Boone typed his reply. Less taxes, of course. He shook his
head. This wasn't the conversation he should be having about a woman like Gigi.
But if it would keep Dallas from busting in and hauling him back to Reno, he'd
play along. He slipped into a clean pair of boxers and jeans.
His phone buzzed again. Dallas texted, Taxes up the ass,
buddy!
"Crude fucker." He replied, That's a lot of taxes.
Gonna need more lube. It felt awkward talking about her like that, but Dallas
didn't need to know how invested he'd become in Gigi. He read his words again
and wished there was a way to recall that last text. "Shit." He set
his phone down and walked out to the mini fridge for a bottle of water.
Cracking it open, he stood looking out at Vegas in the
morning sunlight. A different world than the nighttime city. This morning, it
looked hard and cold, frayed at the edges and dirty all over.
"No." Gigi's soft cry came from the bedroom.
He rushed back in. She wore her robe and held…his phone.
"Aw, hell."
"Dallas says to take the cost of the lube out of Gigi's
half." She looked at him with pain and terror in her eyes. "I read
the other messages, too." Her hand shook as she handed it to him.
He set the phone in a dresser drawer as his heart shot a
twinge across his chest. "You're reading my messages?" It was the
first thing he thought to say, and the last thing he should have spoken out
loud.
Tears filled her eyes. "I saw my name. I didn't mean
to…" She shook her head and turned away.
"Listen,
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