The Casino Billionaire

Chapter 15

After a gourmet meal served by two men dressed as if they were at some big event, Jason dismisses them for the night. He stands, comes to me stretching out a hand. I take it and we go into the living room. He grabs a remote and turns up the music. Spinning me into his body we dance there in front of the wall of windows, the city below sparkling. This night has been magical. Over dinner, he spoke more of the casinos he has opened and the ones he hopes to construct soon in many different cities. What he is doing astonishes me. When we first met, I thought he was this asshole that takes advantage of the weak, but really he is in it for them. He wants to provide a better life for the people of the neighborhoods he builds his casinos in. He only hires local people to work the casinos. He helps mothers feed their children, he provides daycare so that they can come to work and not worry about who will watch their child. He helps addicts with counseling. They get drug tested weekly if they want to work in his establishment and when they fail he sends them to treatment. 

He doesn't squander his money. He uses it to take care of the ones around him. That is what makes him successful. People find out what he does and donate money, come and spend their fortune at his casinos due to the fact that he is trying to make a difference for all around him. All I can do is stare at him with adoration. He is my soulmate. We won't let him know that though. 

We dance so slow and close, his smell, I could drown in this moment. 

Jason looks deep into my eyes, my doubts melt away at that moment. He kisses me with fever. Lifting me into his arms, he carries me to his bedroom. All I notice is a gigantic bed against the wall. He sets me on the edge of the bed. Kneeling down he removes my shoes then runs his hands over my calves. This is going to happen! I can feel my insides shaking with anticipation. It has been so long since someone touched me this way. Now, I fear that I will not be good enough for him. A man with as much experience and me. No. Nerves take over and I almost stop him. He stands to remove his jacket, tie, and shirt. Reaching out and standing me up, he slowly slides the straps of my dress down my arms. The dress hits the floor and I stand in front of him in the special bra I had to get to wear this dress and my panties. A smile grows across his lips as he whispers, "Beautiful." That's all it takes. I attack.

We share the most unbelievable night together. He makes my body convulse more times in one night than ever in my life. He was gentle when needed and rough at just the right times. It was like he knew exactly what my body needed and wanted. We were so in tune with one another that there was not one moment where I felt off or like he wasn't totally in sync with me. I lay there watching him sleep thinking how I have finally met my soulmate. My only worry is am I his?

He turns to see me staring at him. His hand comes to my face, his lips meet with mine and everything starts all over again. Bringing my body and soul to complete bliss once again as the sun peeks over the horizon. This has been the most magical night of my life. 

When I wake in the morning, once again, he is gone. Does he not sleep? I have no clothes here and don't want to put that dress back on. Sitting up, I see a white t-shirt at the bottom of the bed. Climbing down and grabbing it, throwing it on and only that, I head out of the bedroom to find him. Stopping first at the mirror to make sure that I do not look like a circus clown from sleeping in all that makeup.

I find Jason in the kitchen in a pair of silk pajama pants and no shirt. He is standing at the counter drinking coffee and reading the paper. He looks up to see me peeking around the corner, "Good morning love." He flashes a bright smile my way.

"Good morning, Jason." His eyes close as if the sweetest words have left my lips.

He comes quickly scooping me into his arms, kissing me. Crap! I haven't brushed my teeth. Hoping he doesn't notice my nasty breath. He releases me, looking deep into my eyes, "How did you sleep?"

"Good, that bed is huge, I got a little lost in there." I giggle a bit.

"Excellent, breakfast is on its way. I've also ordered something for you to wear. I apologize for not thinking of making sure there was something here for you earlier." Can this man be any more perfect?

"Thank you, Jason." He closes his eyes again. Is it that he likes it when I say his name?

Letting out a deep sigh, he comes in and kisses me softly, holding me tight against his body. I can feel his manhood growing against my belly. His eyes fly open and he lets me go walking back to the other side of the counter. An evil smile is hard to escape. He really wants me. My fears fade away and I let myself fall into this. It is going to happen whether I fight it or not. So, I give and let my heart take over. 

I walk behind him wrapping my arms around his waist. Placing light kisses between his shoulder blades letting my hand slide down his torso until it reaches that sacred place. Jason spins around grabbing me up. My legs wrap around his body. He turns and sets me on the counter. Lowering his pants he enters me and we fall into that sweet bliss once again. 

The doorbell rings as we are trying to catch our breath. We both laugh like school kids and he goes to get the door. I run to the bathroom to clean up. We got so heated that a condom was not on anyone's mind. Oops. Honestly, I do not plan on sleeping with any other man again for some time. Possibly never again. 

As I come back into the kitchen, Jason is setting out the bagels, muffins, and lox he had ordered. "Are you alright? I apologize for that. I could not control myself." He looks down as if to punish himself.

Moving to his side, wrapping an arm around him, planting a kiss on his arm, "There is nothing to apologize for." I smile and steal the big blueberry muffin in front of him.

After a while, the doorbell rings again and Jason goes to the elevator. He comes back to me with a bag. "These should fit perfectly."

Going to his bedroom, I look through the bag. There is a pair of wide-leg navy pants and a white silk button-up shirt. Looking deeper into the bag there is a bra and panties also. He thought of everything. I hurriedly get dressed and look into the floor-length mirror. It looks good. Not really my style, but it is his. Hopefully, he doesn't want me to start dressing this way. It feels a bit strange.

Jason comes into the bedroom just as I am finishing and goes to his closet. He grabs a pair of dress pants and a V-neck sweater. I watch him dress with desire through the mirror. "Oh, there are shoes by the door for you also."

I go out to see what these shoes are. They are navy flats. This is so not me. How can I tell him that? These are clothes that I would never buy for myself. He is so much more upscale than I am. He needs to get used to the fact that on Sundays, my ass is in sweats and a t-shirt while I lounge around the apartment for my last day of rest before going back to work for the week.

"Rex is not answering me so, I will take you home if that is alright?" He has his phone in his hand staring at it.

"As long as you are going to come in and stay with me for a while." Walking to him, taking in his scent, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Whatever you wish, Jennifer." He smiles down at me.

Getting on my tippytoes. I meet his lips once again. Mine are a bit sore I notice. This is the most kissing I have done in years and the way he was kissing me last night it is understandable that they are a bit raw. We get into the elevator and head down to the garage. Jason walks me to a very expensive black BMW. He takes me home in style. The whole way he holds my hand or has a hand on my thigh. He never stops touching me and I love it.