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Seven is breathing hard around me and sucking even harder, and he gives a slight nod.

Vortex lets out a choked sound, and I have to assume Seven is doing exactly what he’s told: clenching his already tight ass around Vortex’s huge dick.

Fuck.

Vortex fucks him harder, faster, pushing him onto me over and over again until he’s panting hard. “You ready to come, boss?” he asks, squeezing Seven’s ass cheeks.

“Not until… not until Seven does,” I say in a strained voice. I let out a small chuckle. “So come now, Seven, because I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

Seven whimpers around me, and Vortex squeezes his ass hard enough to make him give another choked sound. It must be enough for Seven’s taste because he lets out a wail around my cock that reverberates through it and leaves me feeling almost dizzy with pleasure.

I finally let myself give over to it, and Seven sucks my cock harder, drinking down every last drop of my cum.

When the pleasure abates, I’m aware of my own heavy breathing, and the fact that Seven is still suckling on my cock like he’s chasing my taste. I let him do that until it gets uncomfortable, then I gently lift his head off my lap.

Vortex has already gotten damp towels for us from the en-suite, and I take one gratefully.

“See? Massages aren’t bad at all,” I say.

“Mmph,” is all Seven can manage as we carefully turn him over so Vortex can wipe him down, too.

Vortex chuckles, taking the towels and returning them to the bathroom. When he returns, though, he looks between us in clear indecision. “I should probably go,” he offers.

I glance down at Seven. “What do you think, pet? Do you want yourDaddyto stay or go?”

Vortex snorts, pulling his pants back on. “You’re lucky you’re my boss,” he says.

“You were just as nice to the drag queen,” Seven points out. “Which…” He sits up, then settles against me bonelessly.

“Yes,” he says, picking up on some train of thought Seven has dropped. “I was going to see if you’d mind if Seven went to see the queens here and there, boss. He enjoyed hanging out with Della Mortay.” He looks at me like there’s something else he wants to say, but he holds it back.

“Why would it be a problem?” I ask. I settle myself against Seven, and I feel the exhaustion of the day catch up to me. I yawn and kiss the back of his neck. “As long as he’s on premises, it’s fine.”

Vortex exhales slowly, and I don’t miss the relief in his expression—or the pleasure in Seven’s. “Great. You’ll probably have to tell the guys at the door, but I can escort him a few times.”

“Thank you,” Seven says, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue, but I kiss him deeply anyway.

I don’t remember the last time I actuallylikedslow sex like this.

I don’t remember the last time I cared about my partner this much.

This is dangerous. Seven’s past is going to catch up to him, and I could get caught in the crossfire.

That only steels my resolve.

Seven belongs here, at the casino, with me.

NINETEEN

HAVOC

“If that’s everything?”I ask, lingering in the door to Caleb’s office. I’ve been running around all day, delivering things, picking up his dry cleaning, even doing his fucking groceries. I’m pretty sure there are delivery services for that, but I guess I can’t complain, given how much he’s paying me.

Caleb nods absently. “Yes. No, wait.” He looks up from his computer and points to the printer. “Grab those papers. They’re for you.”

I roll my eyes and pick up the printouts—then stop when I see what they are.

Apartment listings.




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