Chapter 327

MASON King is incredible at blackjack, and I enjoy simply watching him play. He quits when he’s up by eight thousand dollars, and we step away from the table. “What do you want to do now, Hotshot? Take me for dinner with your winnings?” He brings his mouth much closer to my ear than he usually would in public. “I’ll buy you dinner, Playboy. But how do you feel about room service?” I feel all kinds of things, most of them in my cock. “I love room service.” We walk through the casino and take the private elevator to the presidential suite, and even in there, we refrain from touching. Sexual tension sizzles between us like it’s a living, breathing thing, growing fiercer with every moment we deny it. By the time we get into the room, we’re worked into a frenzy. As soon as the door closes, we clash, mouths hot and frantic for each other, bodies flush, hands grabbing and taking what we want. It’s frenetic and chaotic and beautiful. I pin him to the door, one hand fisted in his shirt and the