Page 62 of Jackpot Joker

My head jerks up at the sound of a deep voice, and there, standing in my bedroom, watching me attempt to get myself off, is the man I was thinking about.

“What are you…”

“I said,” Dario interrupts, “keep going.”

I should argue. I should stop and kick him out. What the hell is he doing here already, anyway? I had at least a solid forty-five minutes for some self-care before he was set to arrive.

My movements are stilled, and my eyes remain on him, so he takes a step closer before pulling at the string on his pants. His hand reaches down inside of them, and then I gasp when I see what he pulls out.

The size of him is impressive enough, but the moan that spills from my lips is caused by the sight of his hand sliding over silver bars that trail up his length. “Fuck, mio toro, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to come embarrassingly fast.”

He sounds out of breath as his fist continues pumping, and I’m so turned on that I can’t help but increase the setting again, so now I’m a whimpering mess. Still, my eyes never leave his.

“You’re so beautiful, Jasmine. So strong and tenacious. I love watching you control your own pleasure.”

Hearing his praise has me panting as I come closer to reaching climax. “Dario, I need…” My voice is strained, and I’m not sure I can get the words out.

“Tell me what you need. I’ll give you anything.”

“I need your cum.”

A growl spills from his lips, and he moves to where he’s on the side of my bed, closer to where he can give me his release.

“Where do you want it?”

“Anywhere. Everywhere. I just need it. I need you.”

My head tilts back as the orgasm rockets through my body. Despite the way it’s convulsing, I can feel the jets of creamy liquid coating my soft stomach, and it sends another ripple through me.

“Fuck, Jaz. You’re perfect.”

I smile lazily, sated and sleepy all of a sudden. My body feels so good, I can’t even be bothered by the discomfort of the mattress under me. Before I drift off, a warm washcloth runs over my stomach and between my thighs. Then, a gentle kiss is pressed to my forehead.

“Rest now, la mia angioletta. You did so well for me, my angel.”

“The only one worth purchasing is this one here, closest to the park.” I pull out the spec sheet for the warehouse and hand it to him before digging back into my Thai food. A giant perk of living in the city compared to a small town is the plethora of delivery options.

Dario slurps a noodle as he looks over the document, then nods. “Looks good. Make an offer.”

I smile as I chew, happy he isn’t fighting me on my decision. Actually, now that I think of it, Dario has never countered my recommendations. It’s been really nice to be trusted in that way. My mind goes back to all of our encounters. Dario’s insistence on gaining consent after our first meeting. The way he ensures I’m safe, whether it’s walking me to my door or making sure he’s on the street side of the sidewalk if we go somewhere. He respects both me and my opinions, and I think I love that about him.

Dario swallows his bite down. “Now that business is out of the way, there’s a personal matter I’d like to discuss with you.”

My heart rate kicks up. I know the two of us just had a mutual masturbation situation, but I’m not sure I’m ready for the two of us to take things further, and if he’s ready to cash in his winnings and take me to Inferno, there’s no way they won’t.

“Do you like hockey?”

“What?” My nose scrunches up as I’m taken aback by his question.

Dario smiles softly. “I have tickets to the hockey game tomorrow night. I would love for you to go with me.”

I bite my lip. I would love to give in and say yes to finally getting a date with Dario, but it’s still crossing a line. Deciding my career is worth more than my love life, I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

His face falls, and his bottom lip extends past his upper one. “Why not?”

“Dario, we work together.”

His face lights up again. “That’s what makes this perfect. It’s a company event. Caruso Casinos leases a box.”