Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... surprise wedding tomorrow, plus the promise of a little something extra got her juices flowing.

“Miss?” A hotel employee walked up to her. Shocked, she stopped. “Yes?”

“Mr. Keane asked that I escort you. This way, please.”

“But how did he know I was here?”

The man turned on his heel and stalked off. Daisy followed. Her gaze went up to the globes in the ceiling. Was he watching her on the security cameras? The feeling of being under surveillance unnerved her. She didn’t like it. They crossed the casino to the bar where she and Pete had been just hours before. Daisy didn’t see Aiden Keane. The guard veered to the right and she hurried her steps. There was more to the bar than she originally noticed. Private booths. The one in the far corner had a hand resting on it and a gold coin moving gracefully between long fingers. The pungent burn of a cigar floated toward her as the smoke blew out in a misty swirl.

Daisy smoothed her dress, her breasts sitting up at the front. She sucked in her diaphragm and stepped forward. And there he was. His eyes were half-open. He drew on the cigar and gazed at her from under dark lashes. The escort nodded and withdrew. Aiden Keane gestured for her to join him, extinguishing his cigar. She sat across from him and smiled.

“Pete’s asleep. I figured I’d hear your offer and tell him.”

Aiden had been surprised at her arrival, alone. He was also pleased to see she’d dressed for him. Though he’d hoped she’d be receptive, he was ...

... prepared to place the wager between them both. He didn’t want a companion, wife or another woman clinging to him for a payday. He just wanted to play a game.

“I see. Maybe we should do this in the morning when your fiancé is present.”

Daisy took care to remain calm, but a distinct hardness in her eyes and a touch of annoyance in her voice revealed her inner conflict to him: “Why? He aint the boss of me.”

For Aiden, the prolonged anticipation of sealing the deal with this beauty chipped away at his cool. But he kept it to himself, wanting to prolong the moment. The idea was a stroke of genius. It formed when he saw Pete lay claim to her at the craps table. They were the polar opposites of anyone in his world, or were they? At the heart of it everyone had a price. Why not have a little fun testing theirs.

“Yes, I doubt any man is.” His voice, though deep, was crisp and clear. “May I ask where you’re from?”

“Kentucky.”

“Where in Kentucky?”

“A place you wouldn’t know.”

“Try me.”

“Hollow Creek. Population 2800 and counting. We got three gals in town pregnant,” she said with a sweet smile.

“Aww. It’s sweet in Kentucky, isn’t it?”

Daisy glanced up into his eyes. His gaze roved and appraised her lazily. They stopped at her natural bosom, tastefully raised at the front of her dress. She shifted uncomfortably.

“So what is it?” she asked in a hoarse whisper then cleared her throat and collected herself. “Something in the hotel? You want us to play some ...