Bet On It: An Age Gap Billionaire Office Romance(4)

The song ended and the DJ came on. “Time for the true Mr. Blue Eyes himself.” A hologram of Frank Sinatra appeared near the stage. The music swelled, and the hologram sang Strangers in the Night.

My chest filled with a strange sensation as the words of the song mixed with Reed pulling me close. "Shall we keep dancing?"

"Yes, please." I didn’t want the night to end. I felt like Cinderella, afraid of the clock hitting midnight and this wondrous night coming to an end.

“I suppose we haven’t resolved the bet. I’m pretty sure I’ve lost.”

I shook my head. “I think it’s a tie.”

He laughed as he pulled me to him for the slower dance. As we moved, our bodies drew closer until I was flush against him. My hand settled on the hard, warm plane of his chest. Lower, I felt something else hard. Something that proved the point about large hands. I looked up at him.

He gave me a sheepish smile. "You'll have to excuse my friend."

Arousal rushed through my body. I wanted to strip this man down and drag my tongue over every inch of him. It was unsettling and exciting, and I laughed, feeling a little bit giddy about it all.

He leaned his head closer, his lips just along my ear. "If you had any interest in seeing the proof about hand size, I'd be happy to show you."

I'm pretty sure I groaned. Not a groan of dismay, but a groan like I was about to orgasm right there on the dance floor.

I wasn't a prude, but neither was I a woman who normally went home with strange men for a hookup. But the bartender, Josh, knew him. And the owner, Max Clarke, and his wife knew him. That had to mean he was an okay guy, right?

Plus Josh, Max, and his wife knew he was talking to me. If I turned up dead, they'd be able to tell the police I was with him. God, I watched too much true crime TV.

I pushed that away and reminded myself that I was here tonight to live life out loud and not worry about ramifications, of which there would be none because this was Vegas, baby.

"Your hands are impressive," I said with a sexual bravado I’d never felt before.

His hand slid down to my ass, tugging me a little bit closer, letting me feel the steely length behind the zipper of his jeans. "How about we find a place more private to dance?"

The next moments were a blur as we left the club and entered one of the nearby casino hotels where Reed had a room. Then we were in the elevator, where he pressed me against the wall, his hard length teasing me and his lips giving me a searing kiss that almost had me orgasming right then and there.

Our hands were all over each other's body as the doors of the elevator opened, and we managed to make our way into the hall and toward the room that he’d rented.

By the time we entered the room, he had lifted my dress so that when the door closed behind us, he’d slipped his fingers into my panties and yanked them down. Thank God I went with the lacy red thong.

Then he dropped to his knees, lifting my leg over his shoulder. His hands ran along my thighs as he looked up at me. "I hope you don't mind my putting off showing you the proof of my size. If I don't go down on you now, I'm going to go fucking mad."

"Okay,” I squeaked as the intensity of his eyes and the hoarseness of his voice stole my breath. He was like a fantasy come true.

The minute his tongue slid through my folds, my world tilted on its axis. His tongue was hot and wet and oh, so very talented.

I gripped the door handle to keep me from tumbling over. My hips gyrated, and the one leg I was standing on trembled.

His tongue licked, flicked, and sucked and at one point, dipped inside me.

"Oh, my God."

His lips moved away, sucking on the inside of my thigh.

I whimpered, wanting him back on my clit. "Don't stop."

He looked up at me again. "I'm not stopping. You taste so fucking good, I don't want it to end too fast."

Yeah, no. I couldn’t wait. Maybe his other women could hold off, but I’d never needed to come so badly in my life. "I'm sorry. I need to come."

He gave me a sweet smile. "Don't be sorry. If you need to come, then I'll make you come.”

Then his mouth was on me again, and holy smokes, I felt like I was on a runaway freight train about to fly off a cliff, but in a good way. He inserted a finger inside me, and his lips wrapped around my clit. The two of them working together shot me off to the stratosphere. My entire body went rigid and then shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.

He made an “mmm” sound, as if he were having a sweet dessert. Then he slowly stood, his immense body blocking me in. He brought one hand in front of me, holding it in front of my face, splaying his fingers wide. "Are you ready to experience the proof about hand size?"

I nodded because I still was unable to form words. He took my hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it and then pulling it down, pressing it over his hard shaft.

I looked into his eyes, finding my voice. "I'm going to need more proof than that." I found my strength next, pushing him away from the door and toward the bed, knocking him back until he was lying on the mattress.

I did a striptease, feeling wanton and sexy and at the same time safe. His eyes flashed with wild passion as my dress dropped to the floor along with my bra.

"So fucking sexy."

I crawled over him, straddling his thighs as I unbuckled his belt and then undid the button and zipper of his jeans. I tugged and tugged at his jeans and boxers until his dick sprang free. The rumor about hand and dick size was true, and then some.