Dealer's Choice (2 page)

Ugh… ugh… ugh… why me? Why him? Why tonight? I hadn’t even put enough makeup on when I rushed out of the house. I probably looked haggard. The dealer uniforms for The Platinum were very stylish. But mine always looked like it was a deep breath away from splitting at the seams. We weren’t allowed to wear them baggy since that could conceal cards or chips.

Not the best friend of a fluffy girl let me tell you.

“Carmen?”

I heard this from the fold of my arms and dread coursed through me. That voice was my boss. I knew it well. We usually had a good working relationship, but after the little interaction with Marco, I knew what this was about.

“Coming,” I said, still talking to the table. Bracing myself, I got up and followed the back of my boss down the hall and into his office.

Shutting the door behind me, my boss Eric turned to me, “I think it best if you went home for the night.”

Shit. “Am I fired?” I almost screeched.

“God, no of course not Carmen. You’ve been a valued employee for years. Security called me when they saw Mr. Savoy grab your hand and wanted me to be aware. I think you handled it correctly, but you seem rattled. Mr. Savoy is a valued customer here and we want to make sure you can be at the top of your game. I’ve heard that he’s left for the evening, but I’d rather you take some time and come back clear headed for your next shift,” he finished offering me a understanding smile.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Savoy is intense,” I said laughing. I really didn’t want to go home, but the tips were good tonight and missing my pay wouldn’t hit me too hard.

“Good, I know we can count on you. I’ve instructed to have someone cover your table for the night. Go home, take a long bath and I’ll see you tomorrow,” he offered giving me a pat on the shoulder.

I head to my locker and grab my purse. Stopping by the cashier to exchange my tips before heading into the dark hot Vegas night. I always left through the back employee entrance that led to a parking garage in the back. It was well lit and I usually enjoyed the quiet walk away from the glare of the strip.

Tonight though, when I stepped through the doors I closed my eyes. It was after ten at night but the air was hot and smelled of baked asphalt. I let myself relax for a moment then opened my eyes to see a long black limousine sitting idling just outside the door.

It wasn’t one of the cars we used for the hotel, ours were silver. This one was new, not a stretch version that most of the tourists favored, but a sleek one that looked expensive. Funny to say some limousines could look downright tacky. Not this one, this one screamed ‘private’.

I watched the driver get out, a tall man with mirrored glasses that looked more like bodyguard than just a hired driver. He went to the door closest to me and opened it.

And of course, of freaking course! Out stepped Marco Savoy. Still dashing, still handsome.

“
Cara mia
, I’ve been waiting for you,” he said walking towards me, his hands outstretched.

Without my approval my hands reached out for his. He clasped both of mine. They were engulfed, squeezed, and his thumbs rubbed over the backs of my hands.

“Why?” I stammered.

“Why what?
Tesoro mio
,” he responded.

“Teso-what?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“
Tesoro mio,
my treasure,” he laughed.

“Huh, sure, um, why are you here?” I tried keeping my focus.

“Why, to kidnap you of course,” he said smiling, his white teeth flashing in the orange light of the parking garage.

“Kidnap me? Well that sounds like loads of fun, but I should really head home.” I tried pulling my hands from his.

They tightened on mine and I didn’t panic. I should have, but the idiot part of my brain said, ‘no just lean closer and give him a sniff, dummy’. I listened to my brain and barely leaned in and casually took a deep breath in.

Yummy, just like I thought he would smell. Damn.

“Please, s
ei bellissima
, just come for a drink, or I can have a light supper prepared. I just want to spend some time with you. I even got you off early tonight so we can spend some more time together.”

“You got me off early?” I squeaked. Saying get me off had my brain spinning in a whole other direction. God, I was such a perv.

Laughing he replied, “I’m a very good customer, my love, they were more than happy to grant my tiny request.”

“Well, that was industrious of you,” I replied sarcastically.

“I told you, c
ara mia
, I get what I want. And I’ve wanted you for over a year. I’ve tried to be patient, woo you from afar. But tonight I realized I had done a very poor job. You hadn’t taken me seriously,” he said stepping into me. He pulled our joined hands down near our legs but didn’t let them go. We were almost chest to chest and I had to tilt my head back to look up at this Italian god.

His head was tilted down towards mine, and it was inching closer as he spoke.

“I want you, Carmen. I want all of you. I want you in my bed, in my home and in my life. I know you don’t know me, but that will change. Give me a chance to show you I’m serious. That I can give you the world. I can give you all that I am.”

I’d stopped breathing during his speech, who could blame me. But as he uttered the words ‘I am’ his lips touched mine. Soft, brushing over mine. I felt the tip of his tongue trace the seam of my mouth and it opened. Again without my permission. Slutty mouth.

His tongue swept into my mouth and I groaned using the last bit of air in my lungs to make the desperate sound. He tugged at my hands pulling my body off balance so it fell into his. Chest to chest, hip to hip and the long hard length of his obvious erection into my stomach.

Wow, he wasn’t joking. He does like me was one of the last thoughts I had as I enthusiastically kissed him back. Sadly, I forgot that I really had needed to breathe before the kissing started and before I knew it, my world faded quickly to black.

“
Vita mia
, open your eyes for me. Come on, show me those chocolate colored eyes.”

I heard this from far away, who wanted chocolate? I knew I did, I always wanted chocolate. But why was a man in Italy asking me for chocolate? My confusion started to clear and I blinked up into the glaring lights of the parking area.

I was on the ground, Marco Savoy had his arms around me, kneeling on the pavement.

“You’ll ruin your suit,” I muttered the first thing that came to mind.

I heard laughter, not only from Marco, but his driver slash bodyguard.

“I have many suits, my love, I’m more worried about you. Are you okay? Dizzy? Having any medical conditions?” I could feel his hand brushing the hair away from my face.

“I forgot to breathe,” I admitted. Shit, that was a stupid thing to say. I was such a moron.

More laughter from Marco, “I’m so glad I can take your breath away, this bodes well for our future.”

Some future. Stunningly handsome billionaire cradling the plump casino dealer on the ground of a parking lot. That would make quite the page turner in one of my romance books.

My dignity in shatters, I tried to peel myself up off the ground. Strong hands braced me and I steadied myself as the world swam once I was on my feet.

Hmm, very firm arms. Good to know.

“How is your head?” Marco asked, still petting my hair.

“Thick, thank you very much,” I managed.

More rumbling laughter from Marco. This time I was close enough to feel it as well as hear it. It made me want to rest my head against his chest and soak it in.

So I did.

Damsel in distress, I can’t be held accountable for my actions.

My head flopped down to his firm broad chest, I breathed in that amazing scent again. Hmm, this was sooo nice. Maybe I was still unconscious. I could live with that most excellent dream.

I felt his hand move to the back of my head, cupping it. His voice soft above me, as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of my head. “Come home with me, just for drinks. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t make sure you were completely recovered.”

Oh, fuck it. I nodded into his chest. I was rewarded with another kiss on my head. He turned and led me to the car, the driver holding the door open. I couldn’t even look at him, for fear of bursting into embarrassed flames.

Tucked into the back of the limo, Marco continued to caress me. It felt nice to be held. I was feeling better, oxygen reaching my brain helped a lot. Now I was trying to figure out my next move. Extricate myself from this situation or roll with it and see what happens.

As I pondered this I let my hand slip and it landed squarely in Marco’s lap. I went to pull my hand back like it was on fire when in a flash Marco’s hand reached out and held my hand down.

“Leave it,” he whispered into my head.

I froze, what else was I going to do. My hand cupped the length of his erection. It was hard and wide, and my body moistened just at the idea of something that big inside me.

“Please don’t think I’m trying to take advantage, my dove. I’ve wanted you for so long, this is like a dream come true. Just having you in my arms, but you touching me is heaven. Did you know you cost me a lot of money?”

I shook my head, what did he mean? He was a gambler, how could I make a difference.

“Some nights, I would get so hard sitting at your table. Watching that sweet ass of yours in those tight pants, I’d get hard. So hard, that there was no way I could hide it. So I had to stay seated and keep playing until I could get up without anyone being the wiser.”

I thought back to some of the nights he seemed really uncomfortable playing. It was usually the nights he was losing so I just assumed that was the cause of his distress. It appears it was more than that.

“I would finally be able to leave, then would have to rent a room instead of going home. I couldn’t wait to get home and rub myself until I came so hard, just imaging your soft luscious body,” he said heatedly.

At his words my hand involuntarily squeezed the thick dick under my fingertips. I heard the gasp of his breath and his hips bucked. I knew I shouldn’t, I mean this might follow me for the rest of my life, but some opportunities can’t be passed up.

I guided my hand up and down his length. His own hand still applying firm pressure over mine. I manage to pull away from his chest and look up to a pair of hot, greedy eyes. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I tried the universal licking of the lips. His eyes dropped to my mouth and a growl came out of his throat.

I guess he understood.

Moving to pull down his zipper, he adjusted in the seat to give me more room. I slid my hand into his expensive trousers and encountered bare flesh. Ahh, a man that went commando, be still my heart.

He was big, oh so big. I realized quickly I wasn’t going to be able to free him through his zipper. I made quick work of his belt and button. His dick sprang free, standing at attention like a yummy little soldier.

I moved both of my hands around his girth, running my hands up and down to enjoy the silky smooth skin. I looked up to Marco, he was watching me with eyes that drilled into my soul. I gave him a small smile and without breaking eye contact, flashed my tongue out over the tip of his swollen crown.

Marco sucked in his breath and made a grunting noise. His eyes now on the end of his dick and my hands stroking him, barely blinking like he didn’t want to miss what would happen next.

I circled the tip of his cock, wetting the end, letting the extra saliva drip down to hit my fingers. I used it to lubricate my hands, making his cock slicker, the noise of my hands stroking him squelching in the quiet of the limousine. I dipped my tongue into the slit on the end. Pushing as deep as I could, forcing the point of my tongue down. I heard a hiss and my eyes flashed up.

I could tell it was uncomfortable for him at the same time deliciously painful. A little trick I had picked up watching naughty pornos on my computer.

He tasted so good, I couldn’t tease him any longer. Giving the head another delicious twirl I swallowed him into my mouth. Marcos hip’s pitched up, seeking more of my hot mouth.

“My God, you are good at that, my dove. Perfect,” he growled.

Nothing like getting some positive encouragement to make a girl want to prove herself more. I let myself go, enjoying the feel of his hard length in my mouth. Working my hands in time with the tight suction I created over his dick. I used my tongue to keep him wet and slick, my mouth gliding over his skin without friction.

“
Cara mia
, I won’t last long if you keep doing that, please stop,” he pleaded.

Hmm, another challenge, I never was the girl to give up. Knowing I could make Marco come in the back of his limo, that I would get a taste of his sticky cum had me moving double time.

I felt his hand cup the back of my head gently. I was taking that as an acceptance that I wasn’t giving up my prize.

“Beautiful, I’m close,” I heard him say with a gentle tug on my head to pull me off him. No way, this was mine.

I sucked as hard as I could, giving the base of his cock an extra squeeze and felt the first sweet and salty spurt hit my tongue. I swallowed, which elicited a groan from Marco. I sucked and swallowed every jet of his creamy cum I could get. He was tasty.

I slowed my movements, caressing his cock with my mouth. Lapping up each bead of his essence.