Page 11 of Maximum Bet

“How about, when we get upstairs, I draw you a bath?” He leans down, placing a kiss on my crown.

My mouth ticks upward as I melt into his firm body. “Do we have the lavender-vanilla bubble bath?”

“I’m pretty sure we do.” He strokes his fingers up my side, lifting my top so he’s touching the smallest sliver of my bare skin.

Tantalized at the contact, I sigh and nod, wishing for the elevator’s arrival.

With a ding, the lift opens, and we walk inside. I rest my back against the cool mirrored side as Dominic steps close, pressing his chest into mine. He nudges my legs open with his knee so that my core rests on his open thigh. A thrill zaps through my body, and I lift my hands to curl around his firm biceps. Sincehis shoulder healed from his bullet wound, he’s been fastidious about lifting multiple times a week. The cut muscles are a clear indication.

“Maybe,” he murmurs, dipping his head so his breath whispers against my cheek, “I’ll join you in the tub.”

“Maybe,” I say, “I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

He catches my lips in a slow, sensual kiss. He lingers, just long enough that I’m yearning for more, before pulling away and dipping his head to my neck. With his fingers at my jaw, he lifts, tilting my head toward the ceiling, and latches onto my pulse point, gently sucking.

The breath I release is airy, shaky—filled with the lust that’s pulsating through my veins.

How is it that I can never get enough of this man?

My hips gyrate on instinct, and his hardened length digs against my pelvic bone. I want him filling me, making me cry out his name the way I know only he can.

The elevator opens, and we spill into the foyer of the penthouse floor. With urgency, Dominic tugs me by the wrist, past the round cherrywood table with a fresh bouquet in the center, and toward the door that will lead us home.

I don’t have time to blink before I’m stumbling into the penthouse, past the modern living room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking The Strip. Dominic throws his key card on the marble countertop of the island in the chef’s kitchen, unconcerned when it slides and falls to the floor on the other side.

In less than a minute, we’re turning into our bedroom, and Dominic’s lips are back on mine.

“Bellissima, do you have any idea how tempting you are in this silky top and those tight jeans?” He pants between words as hebreaks our kiss.

“It’s all for you, Mr. Tariello.” I dip my head, looking through my lashes, playing the submissive role I know turns him on.

A low growl emanates from his chest before he tugs on the hem of my shirt and commands, “Off. Now.”

I lift my arms, allowing him to pull the slinky top over my head. The motion exposes my bare breasts as I forewent a bra because of the spaghetti straps and low back.

Without hesitation, Dominic’s lips are on my chest, sucking and nipping at one nipple and then the next.

I cry out in pleasure, my hands venturing to his belt buckle, desperate for more.

I should know better—know that in the bedroom, Dominic expects to have control.

Standing tall, he tuts and catches my wrist. “What do you think you’re doing?” His voice radiates desire. “Did I tell you it was okay to undress me?”

“Please, Dominic?” I beg, twisting my arm so that I can draw a finger along his length. “I need you.”

“And you’ll get me.” Letting go of my wrists, he grabs my hips and pushes me toward our bed. “But first, I’m going to lick you until you scream.”

It doesn’t take him much effort to lift me and toss me to the mattress.

I bounce, catching myself with my palms as his eyes lock in on the movement of my chest.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he whispers, before flicking at the jewel hanging from my belly button piercing. “You’re so goddamn sexy. Every time I see you, I ache to be inside of you.”

His hand travels lower, snapping the button on my jeans open, then pulling down the zipper. In a flash, my jeans and panties tangle at my ankles as Dominic works to free me from my boots.Giggling, I reach down to help him, and together we discard the remainder of my clothes.

Sprawled out on the bed, I part my legs and lean back on my elbows. Dominic stands at the edge, drinking me in. His erection presses against his slacks, giving me a hint at what’s to come.

With his hands on my knees, Dominic moves in, spreading me wide and dropping low enough to place a tender kiss against my clit.