Page 1 of Double or Nothing

CHAPTER ONE

JACK

The glass rack rattles as I barge past, pinning the hungry newcomer to the wall by the liqueur cabinet. His lips are puffy and delicious, curved in a wry smile as I palm his cock through his trousers. This one is a real beauty. I’d say about twenty-three without looking at his resume.

It wasn’t me who interviewed him, but I would have taken him on in a flash for his supreme cocktail-making skills as well as his looks. He’s been doing a grand job with the clients this evening, managing to keep his gaze away from me at least fifty percent of the time. It’s a good percentage. Most manage twenty-five without making eye contact, tops.

I suck his bottom lip as he bucks against me. I love an eager guy, but I’ll have to slow him down. He’s so wound up, he’ll cream his pants before I’ve even got a glimpse of him.

“Easy, tiger,” I press my hands on his shoulders. “Get down. Mouth open wide.”

He drops to his knees without protest, and I unbuckle my belt, taking a fistful of his hair.

Ricardo, I think his name is. And Ricardo can keep his dick in his pants until he’s serviced mine.

I’m a cock Houdini when it comes to freeing myself for action. I’m in his mouth within seconds, and the bastard laps before he sucks. Bloody tease.

I brace my hands on the wall as I thrust, making him retch as I drive, since I’ve got no time for teasing. We need to get back out front. The bar is rife and the casino is in full swing. Bad timing to be out here, but I couldn’t resist the pull any longer.

I wonder what’s packing under Ricardo’s shirt, since he looks so tight and ripped, but I won’t get to find out right now. He’ll need to be pristine when he returns to duty, his bow tie nice and straight. We both will.

“That’s good,” I tell him, and he grabs my ass to urge me deeper. He’s definitely on the sub side. I can only imagine the appreciative groans he’ll make as I plug his sweet ass during round two, once his shift is done. I’ll get him back to my place with a click of my fingers. The thought makes me grin at the ceiling.

“Open your throat and fucking take it,” I say, and start up the serious thrusting, grunting with every slam into his pretty boy throat. He’s so into it, his eyes are closed, savouring my cock like it’s a prize.

I guess it is, since it’s always in high demand.

Ricardo bobs his head at the perfect angle, pressing his tongue in just the right place, and I’m totally sold on the home run in a cab later. I hope his tongue is as hungry for my ass as it is for my dick. The odds are stacked in my favour.

I’m panting as I pick up the pace, balls tightening, ready to unload.

“Swallow it all,” I tell him. “No mess. Not a single drop.”

I grip his hair and pull him off my dick, allowing him to fill his lungs before I finally explode down his throat.

Pretty boy takes a breath, looks up at me with tear-soaked eyes, and then he opens wide.

“Fuck!” I drive straight in deep, making the fucker retch. I’m almost there, when I hear the storage room door swing open. I keep pounding Ricardo’s face regardless. Just a few more seconds… just a few…

But it’s heavy footsteps that come pacing across the tiled floor. Ones I’d recognise from a mile away.

I stop thrusting before Eli reaches us, but there’s no point in feigning innocence.

“Fucking hell, Jack!” Eli barks. “What the fuck?!”

He already knows full well what the fuck. It isn’t surprise in his tone, it’s rage.

I feel like a naughty kid as I shove my cock away. Damn the suspicious bastard for sniffing me out, but he’s got the senses of a bloodhound.

My business partner has his arms folded, glaring unabashed as Ricardo scrambles to his feet. The youngster shifts his frantic stare between the two of us. His two bosses. But it’s Eli who has the highest hand.

I shrug a nonchalant sorry as I meet Eli’s eyes, the frosty rage of his pupils his only tell. Poker face doesn’t show any expression around outsiders. Not ever. His face may be perfectly composed, but he’s seriously pissed off this time.

He looks Ricardo straight in the eye.

“Gross fucking misconduct. You’re fired.”

Poor Ricardo looks caught in the headlights.