He kicks Sam’s face, hard, right across the bridge of his nose. Without a word or a look, he turns on his heel to me. Tension slips off him and falls away like a bedsheet.

  He takes my hand. “So,” he lifts my fingers high over head to make me twirl, “What’s with the fancy dress?”

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  The dim light of the high-rollers' suite is a lattice of shadows, sloped across the room. It feels both intimate and dangerous at the same time. In the confines of the suite, I’m more aware that, when being around this man, this ox, I think he’s going to make me lose my mind completely. But I don’t see how I can be away from him. Not now. Maybe not ever. Daisy, what has happened to you?

  He drives so fast I’m breathless for the whole ride. Even while I’m tightly belted in, I’m gripping on at every spine-twisting curve. When I ask where we’re going, he just says, “Something I need.” Turns out, we’re headed back to the suite.

  Riding the elevator up to the Loey Cattorze suite seems faster than ever. I thought the glass floor in the car was scary going down. Going up, it’s positively pantie drenching. While we’re ascending faster than my stomach can keep up with, he grabs me by my throat. Pulls me to him. Takes a kiss like he’s eating me whole. Like his tongue reaches all the way down inside me and reams me out.

  He doesn’t say why we’re here, I figure he must have left something.

  Turns out that’s not it.

  He kicks the door shut behind him. As it slams, he snarls, “Those fucking shorts — “

  Joey stands, gripping my hips and lifting me easily. Before I can react, my back hits the cool wall and Joey's body presses against mine, pinning me in place. Our lips meet in a searing kiss and I can taste myself on his tongue, a heady mixture of desire and possession that leaves me breathless.

  One hand leaves my hip, trailing down between our bodies. Joey's fingers slide behind my waistband, down to my panties. Then inside. Through my aching wetness, teasing my entrance. I gasp into his mouth. Without warning, he thrusts two fingers inside me, curling them upwards, searching for the spot that makes me see stars. He finds it and exploits it fully.

  I cry out, breaking our kiss as sensations overwhelm me. Joey watches me, eyes dark with lust, as he sets a hard, fast rhythm, his fingers stroking my inner walls. The pressure builds quickly, my thighs trembling with the effort to stay standing.

  The scent of lust and desperation fills the high-rollers' suite, as Joey's gaze burns into me.

  "God, you're beautiful." Joey's words are almost a growl, filled with barely restrained lust. His eyes rake over my body, taking in every inch of me. My cheeks flush under his intense gaze, but I can't deny the thrill I feel at being the center of his attention.

  With one swift motion, Joey drops to his knees in front of me, his face level with my mound. He leans in, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin just above my clit, and I can't help but gasp. The sensation is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Then, without warning, his tongue darts out to trace a slow, teasing path from the base of my entrance all the way up to my clit. The sudden contact causes my legs to buckle, and I have to grip his shoulders for support.

  "Joey..." I whimper, unable to keep the desperation from my voice. He doesn't hesitate, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of me as if he's trying to commit my taste to memory. Each flick, each stroke sends a new wave of pleasure coursing through me, building until I'm on the edge of losing control.

  "God, you're beautiful." Joey's words are almost a growl, filled with barely restrained lust. His eyes rake over my body, taking in every inch of me. My cheeks flush under his intense gaze, but I can't deny the thrill I feel at being the center of his attention.

  With one swift motion, Joey drops to his knees in front of me, his face level with my mound. He leans in, pressing his lips against the sensitive skin just above my clit, and I can't help but gasp. The sensation is electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Then, without warning, his tongue darts out to trace a slow, teasing path from the base of my entrance all the way up to my clit. The sudden contact causes my legs to buckle, and I have to grip his shoulders for support.

  "Joey..." I whimper, unable to keep the desperation from my voice. He doesn't hesitate, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of me as if he's trying to commit my taste to memory. Each flick, each stroke sends a new wave of pleasure coursing through me, building until I'm on the edge of losing control.

  We take a brief interlude – all too brief after the day we just had, but I can’t stop touching him. And his hands are all over me. Exploring. Gently caressing. Tasting.

  "Damn it, Daisy," he whispers, his voice a rasp of command. Our bodies entwine again in the dance of passion and desire.

  "Flip over, beautiful," Joey commands, his voice a low growl filled with barely contained desire. The intensity of his gaze penetrates me as I obey, my heart pounding in my chest.

  "Spread your legs for me," I do as he asks, anticipation and nerves warring within me. I've never done this before, but I trust Joey implicitly. If anyone can make this pleasurable, it's him.

  A loud moan escapes my lips as Joey's fingers find my entrance once more, beating me with my own arousal before moving lower. His touch is gentle but insistent, preparing me for what's to come as his free hand trips soothing caresses over my back.

  Then he slips a cool gel around my sensitive little star.

  His cock startles me, nudges at my rear entrance, the broad head slick with my arousal. I push back with a needy moan, but he holds me still, teasing.

  "Is this what you want?" His voice is a low rasp in my ear, hand sliding over the curve of my ass in a proprietary caress. "You want me to fill this tight little hole?"

  "Yes," I hiss, trembling. My nails scrape against the wall, hips jerking fruitlessly against his grip. "Please, Joey, I need you."

  He groans, satisfaction and lust twisting the sound, and then he's pushing into me, hard and fast. I cry out at the sudden stretch and burn, aching pleasure warring with pain as he bottoms out inside me.

  "Fuck," he grits out, stilling for a moment, hands tightening on my hips. I clench around him, whimpering softly, and that seems to undo his restraint.

  He starts to move, pulling back slowly only to drive into me again with a snap of his hips. I keen at the sensation, hanging my head as he sets up a punishing rhythm, hard and deep.

  Sparks race up my spine with every thrust, building into an inferno in my belly. I rock back to meet him, greedy for more, and his fingers dig into my flesh as he grunts his approval.

  "That's it," he rasps, pace increasing. "Take it. Take every inch of me." His hand leaves my hip to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back. "You love this, don't you? Love having your ass stuffed full of my cock."

  And as his final thrust sends me spiraling into ecstasy, I know there's no turning back. My body convulses around him, my cries echoing through the room as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I cling to Joey for dear life, the world around us fading away until it's just the two of us, lost in a sea of passion.

  "Joey," I gasp, my is voice hoarse and broken. The heat between us is overwhelming, an all-consuming fire that refuses to be extinguished. But beneath the lust, the need, lies something deeper – an understanding, a connection that neither of us can deny. "I... I love you."

  "Damn it, Daisy," he whispers, his hold on me tightening as though he's afraid I might slip away. "You've got no idea what you do to me."

  The crowning touch is the heat and the force of his thick, sticky blasts inside me

  Breathless and sated, we collapse onto the bed, our limbs still entangled. I rest my head on Joey's chest, listening to the rapid beat of his heart as it slows to match my own.

  "I think I'm in love with you, Daisy Adams," Joey whispers into the silence, his arms tightening around me.

  A brilliant smile curves my lips as I tilt my head up to meet his gaze.

  "The feeling's mutual," I assure him. And it's the truth. Against all odds, Joey Calhoun has stolen my heart.

  We spoon and cuddle. I would not have thought him capable, but he is so very tender.

  He stirs and says, “I have to be at the club. I need you there, too.”

  Studying my hair as he brushes it from my cheekbone with his knuckles, I ask him, “In the kitchens?”

  He shrugs. “Wherever you want to be. I just need you close, where I can protect you.” The look he gives me stirs me up like a passing hurricane. “I need to keep you safe.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  “Enzo called to tell me I’ll need to find a replacement for Sam.”

  I told him, “I’m already looking, but why do you say that?”

  “Sam went into the desert. He ’s gone away, and he won’t be coming back.”

  “Oh?”

  “When I say he went into the desert, I mean the way flour goes into pasta.”

  “I wish I could have given him a send-off.”

  “You don’t. Believe me. People can be very messy in the desert. Messy and noisy. I guarantee you would not have enjoyed it. Maybe a little. Maybe at first. But it can go on such a long time.”

  “Right.”

  “Anyway, I’lll be giving you a much cheerier wedding present.”

  “Word gets around fast.”

  “So, now, Enzo wants to build me a house.”

  “Do you want a house, Joey?”

  “I live here, Daisy. I don’t plan on relocating.”

  “Then we’ll live here, and we’ll raise a family.”

  The light in her smile could power the city.

 

 

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