Vegas Curves (A Masters of the Game BBW Erotic Romance) by Christa Wick Page B
Authors: Christa Wick
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and that Luke has opened up this wound for some reason connected to me.
He kisses my forehead and my heart hurts even harder, if that is possible.
"Vincent thinks I'm chasing ghosts, Marie." He pulls back and cups the sides of my face. "I'm not."
He kisses a spot on my cheek wet from the lone tear that has managed to escape me. He kisses lower, a thumb's width above the corner of my mouth. I tilt my head back before he can break contact with my skin.
His tongue teases my lips with a slow lick at their center. I open to him, heart galloping in my chest after the painful absence of his touch. Continuing to kiss me, Luke runs his hands down my arms. One hand captures my hip and the other a breast as the heat of the kiss burns hotter.
I lean into his touch, my breast filling his palm and my hip flexing against his hand. Grabbing the lapels of his jacket, I hold on as if my life depends on not letting go.
The kiss ends and Luke pulls back to stare at me. The scrutiny, as gentle as it is, undoes me and I start to softly cry.
Between sobs, I ask him, "Do you want me to leave?"
He pulls me in for a longer, slower kiss that will take all night to finish, but not before he answers.
"No, baby, I want you to stay."
**********
Stay doesn't mean forever. Foolishly, I thought it might, but three weeks have passed and Luke has not repeated the request. He has fucked me, pleased me, taught me more about my needs and endurance than I learned on my own in the last twenty-six years -- but he has not asked me to stay beyond the thirty days of our original agreement.
Sitting on a padded bench a few feet from his bed in nothing but black silk panties and thigh high stockings, I know that tonight is my last night with him. Tomorrow, I will be somewhere else, although I don't know where that will be.
Finished lighting the last candle, Luke turns to me and I lift my gaze. His lips purse as he stares at me and blows out the match. "You know how I realized you were cheating?"
I straighten my spine, my breasts lifting as I square my shoulders. "I can't even imagine how many mistakes I made."
Clearly I made a lot, not only that first night at the table but all the nights I have spent with him since then. Otherwise, tomorrow would not be a giant question mark.
"This many." He raises his index finger and briefly touches it against his nose. "You were damn near perfect, Marie."
Lowering his hand, he places his palm against his flat, muscled stomach. He has on black silk pajama bottoms and nothing else. Looking at him and knowing it will be the last time I see him like this is too painful. My gaze sinks down his body until it settles on the carpet in front of his bare feet.
Emotionally exhausted, I take a random guess. "Was it my clothes?"
He walks along my line of sight until he stands directly in front of me. Placing one finger beneath my chin, he tilts my head back. He studies me for a second then his shoulders push forward in an almost shrug. "Sort of. Most cons come in camouflaged in mediocrity."
He strokes my cheek, my attention diverted from his explanation by the simple act.
"But you, baby..." He lightly squeezes and pinches the side of my face, a growl rumbling inside his wide chest. "You came in like a 1950s' screen goddess. You kept the dealer -- and my security camera -- focused entirely too much on these."
Reaching down, he cups my breasts. His fingers draw forward, finding and twisting the nipples until a faint mewl escapes me. "If I hadn't been watching you so intently, I never would have noticed your tells or realized you were cheating. You made me want you. That was your mistake, Marie."
My mistake and my salvation. Without Masters, Rose and Solandro would have pulled me deeper into their con. He saved me from that and my life.
"Lucky me," I whisper before rule number 3 slaps me in the face.
Luck never gives, it only lends.
The loan period is almost over. I have one last night with Luke and then my marker is wiped
He kisses my forehead and my heart hurts even harder, if that is possible.
"Vincent thinks I'm chasing ghosts, Marie." He pulls back and cups the sides of my face. "I'm not."
He kisses a spot on my cheek wet from the lone tear that has managed to escape me. He kisses lower, a thumb's width above the corner of my mouth. I tilt my head back before he can break contact with my skin.
His tongue teases my lips with a slow lick at their center. I open to him, heart galloping in my chest after the painful absence of his touch. Continuing to kiss me, Luke runs his hands down my arms. One hand captures my hip and the other a breast as the heat of the kiss burns hotter.
I lean into his touch, my breast filling his palm and my hip flexing against his hand. Grabbing the lapels of his jacket, I hold on as if my life depends on not letting go.
The kiss ends and Luke pulls back to stare at me. The scrutiny, as gentle as it is, undoes me and I start to softly cry.
Between sobs, I ask him, "Do you want me to leave?"
He pulls me in for a longer, slower kiss that will take all night to finish, but not before he answers.
"No, baby, I want you to stay."
**********
Stay doesn't mean forever. Foolishly, I thought it might, but three weeks have passed and Luke has not repeated the request. He has fucked me, pleased me, taught me more about my needs and endurance than I learned on my own in the last twenty-six years -- but he has not asked me to stay beyond the thirty days of our original agreement.
Sitting on a padded bench a few feet from his bed in nothing but black silk panties and thigh high stockings, I know that tonight is my last night with him. Tomorrow, I will be somewhere else, although I don't know where that will be.
Finished lighting the last candle, Luke turns to me and I lift my gaze. His lips purse as he stares at me and blows out the match. "You know how I realized you were cheating?"
I straighten my spine, my breasts lifting as I square my shoulders. "I can't even imagine how many mistakes I made."
Clearly I made a lot, not only that first night at the table but all the nights I have spent with him since then. Otherwise, tomorrow would not be a giant question mark.
"This many." He raises his index finger and briefly touches it against his nose. "You were damn near perfect, Marie."
Lowering his hand, he places his palm against his flat, muscled stomach. He has on black silk pajama bottoms and nothing else. Looking at him and knowing it will be the last time I see him like this is too painful. My gaze sinks down his body until it settles on the carpet in front of his bare feet.
Emotionally exhausted, I take a random guess. "Was it my clothes?"
He walks along my line of sight until he stands directly in front of me. Placing one finger beneath my chin, he tilts my head back. He studies me for a second then his shoulders push forward in an almost shrug. "Sort of. Most cons come in camouflaged in mediocrity."
He strokes my cheek, my attention diverted from his explanation by the simple act.
"But you, baby..." He lightly squeezes and pinches the side of my face, a growl rumbling inside his wide chest. "You came in like a 1950s' screen goddess. You kept the dealer -- and my security camera -- focused entirely too much on these."
Reaching down, he cups my breasts. His fingers draw forward, finding and twisting the nipples until a faint mewl escapes me. "If I hadn't been watching you so intently, I never would have noticed your tells or realized you were cheating. You made me want you. That was your mistake, Marie."
My mistake and my salvation. Without Masters, Rose and Solandro would have pulled me deeper into their con. He saved me from that and my life.
"Lucky me," I whisper before rule number 3 slaps me in the face.
Luck never gives, it only lends.
The loan period is almost over. I have one last night with Luke and then my marker is wiped
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