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  He remembered it though. He and his childhood friend Trevor had made tin foil hats and hid under his bed as the clock turned over to midnight. They’d both been utterly convinced the world was going to end. To the point that when it didn’t, they were actually a little disappointed. It hadn’t been a very fun evening. Maybe he wouldn’t party like that after all. Maybe he’d party like Seth had in NYC recently. Sex clubs with chains and sweet, sexy law students … either or both, he wasn’t picky.

  * * *

  Gideon found it a little sad that the front desk staff didn’t know him like they did in New York. He promised himself he’d change that and come to Vegas more often as he followed the bellhop to the elevators and up to his penthouse suite.

  Staying in the penthouse at the Bellagio was a cliché thing to do, so Gideon jumped at the chance whenever he could. He found if you told people you were in the presidential suite or the executive suite, it didn’t have the same impact as the penthouse suite did, even if the rooms were nicer.

  Gideon dropped his things on the floor right inside the door and went straight for the bar on the other side of the room. After pouring himself a short glass of whiskey he pulled the curtains and stood staring out at the city while he drank, smiling as the liquid ran smoothly down his throat. He could barely contain his excitement for tomorrow. He loved conventions, almost as much as he loved the fact that his industry was built on beauty and pleasure. A sense of calm and confidence settled on him as the energy of Vegas swept over him.

  Emptying his glass, he set it on the bar and started removing his clothes, shedding them across the room as he made a path to the shower. He’d shower, have some food, video chat with the guys, and then hit the casino. He ached to have cards in his hands. Stepping under the spray in the wide stone shower, he started his personal pep talk. Bet big, win big. Money is just paper. You can make more. Enjoy the experience. And enjoy the experience he always did. There was nothing like the kind of pressure he felt sitting at the table, everyone stone-faced … but only thinly, because six hundred grand was sitting in a pile in the middle of the table and everyone wanted to claim it. It was just as much about luck and energy as it was about skill and cunning. Gid could bluff his way out of almost anything in his life, but the poker table challenged him. He’d learned quickly that poker attracted people like him—people with personalities that were manipulative and sharp.

  He’d been called a narcissist on more than one occasion, but he let it slide because in his opinion there was one large deviation between himself and the others; he was choosing to use his powers for good. He wanted to make people happy, to help. Gideon smiled to himself as he finished rinsing all the soap from his body. What better, more significant way was there to help people than to give them the means to an orgasm?

  Gideon stepped out of the shower and wrapped one of the huge hotel towels around his waist before grabbing a smaller one to rub against his head to catch some of the water dripping from his hair. He tossed it into the corner by the tub when he was through with it, and went to retrieve his suitcases from their spot by the door. He nearly jumped out of his skin when a knock sounded as soon as his hand hit the handle of the second bag. “One sec,” he yelled as he took the suitcases into the room properly and dumped them in yet another spot before going back to the door and pulling it open swiftly. His gut clenched tight when he looked down and saw her standing there.

  “Looks like I’m just in time.” Her voice rang at the end of her statement, and she slid a polished fingernail down his bare chest to the spot where his towel was tucked in on itself while pushing him away from the door.

  Gideon held onto the doorknob with a death grip while stepping back. “Well isn’t this a surprise.”

  “I have no idea how you could possibly think that.” She fiddled with the towel and Gideon felt a sudden breeze as it fell to the floor.

  “If you’ve made it your goal to consistently show me up, you’re doing a pretty good job.” Annoyance laced his words, as he stood there completely naked with the door wide open. He kind of hoped someone would walk by.

  She shook her head before she looked down and licked her lips. “See, that’s the thing … I don’t usually set out to DO anything, things just kind of happen. I call them happy accidents.”

  Gideon tensed as her small hand reached forward and cradled his balls. He felt his eyes roll back in his head as she closed her hand tightly but gently around his delicate sack. “Happy … accidents,” he all but moaned when he felt her soft warm lips touch the head of his hardening length.

  “Exactly. Happy accidents,” she whispered before closing her mouth around his now throbbing cock, swallowing it so that the tip sat in her tight throat. Gideon bucked as she pulled back with her teeth lightly scraping his shaft, an action that brought him back to reality. He shocked himself as he looked down and watched her bright red lips spread and contract as she bobbed her head against his groin. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten himself in this situation. He’d lost control, again, and that was something he never did. He always kept control. He had to find a way to get back on top of the situation. He saw it one of two ways: option one, he could stop her and kick her to the curb and tell her to go fuck herself … or better yet, go fuck her partner because they were both bitches of the highest order. Or, option two, he could wrap his hand in her hair, fuck her face, shoot a load down her throat and make her beg for him to give back equal measure. He found himself unable to decide, each option equally appealing.

  Then she did that thing that only some women had figured out how to do—she hit the triple play by squeezing his balls, swallowing and sucking hard on his shaft to create a vacuum, and letting a finger drift dangerously close to his asshole. That decided it for him.

  Gid reached forward with his free hand, wishing he could use both but really enjoying the potential for putting on a show, thus wanting to keep the door open. He tightened his fist in her hair and took control, first pulling her head away from his belly before thrusting his hips and pulling her head back towards his groin quickly, so that she gagged as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat with more force than before. The reflex from her gagging caused a reverberation to go through his cock and up his spine. Gideon smiled when she looked up at him with hope in her eyes as he slowly pulled her head away. Her hands found their way to his ass, her nails digging in deep. She didn’t resist him in the slightest as he answered her silent plea and vigorously brought her head back and forth. Finally, the tightness in his belly exploded, hot and wet down the back of her throat, as he continued to pump into her through the shockwaves, his grip tightening on the doorknob to the point of pain.

  Gideon kept hold of her hair as he let his now soft member fall from her mouth. He pulled her to her feet and watched her lick her lips and try to right her lipstick with her thumb and forefinger. “See, you missed me already,” she said as she tried to wiggle her way out of his grasp.

  Gideon shook his head. “You, not really. Your fine, fuckable mouth, yes. That is one thing I would stand up in court and swear to … you do give great head.”

  Gideon felt her wiggle uncomfortably in his grip. “Does talking about court bother you? Does it confuse you when you combine the images of the two of us on opposing ends of a courtroom with you having my cum on your tongue and your lipstick still visible on my dick?” He smiled at the look of dismay on her face. “Because it doesn’t confuse me at all.” He dropped his hand from her head and the other from the knob, turned and made his way back to the bathroom.

  “Fuck you, Gideon.”

  Gideon stopped and turned on his heal, looking her straight in the eye. “No. Fuck you, Lily.” He took a step toward her. “You knew who I was. You started this.”

  Gideon watched as Lily straightened her spine as his words didn’t have the effect on her that he’d expected. They’d seemed to fortify her rather than have her back down and head toward the still closing door.

  She laughed. It was more of a
huff than a laugh, but it still ground his gears. He waited, seething.

  “Are you seriously pissed at ME because I knew who you were?”

  Gideon gave her his lady-killer smile. “Of course I am. You could have stopped me at any moment when that plane was taking off.”

  Lily took a step toward him and started to unbutton her blouse. “Why the fuck would I do a stupid thing like that?”

  Gideon closed the distance between them and got right in her face. He could feel her breath on her cheek. “Because. You’re fucking suing me. Trying to ruin me, in fact.” He stayed calm and was proud of himself for it. He started to pull back but Lily stopped him, literally by the balls.

  “Not so fast. You aren’t going to be able to get off that easy. I fully admit I knew who you were. I also knew what was in store for me if I let things continue the way I did. You have a reputation, in case you didn’t know. A silicon likeness of your cock made my company rich … I would have been foolish not to want to take the real thing for a test drive.” She let her hand drop and her shirt fall down her arms, her lace-clad breasts heaving with indignation. “You are the one that fucked up here, not me.”

  Gideon actually laughed. He couldn’t believe that she was trying to blame him. “How the fuck does that work in our head? You’re delusional, but I guess you’ve already proven that by coming here. As if I’d ever touch you knowing who you are.”

  “Ah, but that’s the crux of it. You SHOULD have known who I was. I honestly didn’t know you didn’t until I saw the look on your face when I was hugging Kayla.” She shook her head to swing her hair over her shoulder so she could reach around her back and unclasp her bra. “Kayla was very pleased to see you. In fact, if you’re willing I’ll call her right now. We can all do this.”

  Gideon was getting pissed. She was being completely ridiculous and the fact that she had some of the nicest tits he’d ever laid eyes on was making it really hard for him to concentrate. Plus, how could he rage at a female that was giving him a hard-on that he couldn’t even hide because he was standing a foot from her, buck ass naked, talking about having a threesome with her hot business partner.

  Gideon turned around. He needed not to look at her. He needed to concentrate. “I fail to see how me not knowing who you were becomes my fault?”

  “Because I’m suing you, or rather my company is suing your company. You worked for me for years. How could you NOT know what I looked like?”

  Gideon deflated a bit, but only for show. He was right and he knew it. He was going to prove it. “Sorry. Last I checked, the upper level management never mingled with the mold models. You did enjoy the company of the toy models, from my understanding.”

  Gideon felt Lily’s rock hard nipples against the skin of his back. She pressed herself against him, rubbing her mound against his ass, reaching forward and teasing his burgeoning erection in her manicured hands. “Now now, don’t be jealous. You’ve always been a favorite of mine and Kayla’s. My personal favorite is Toying with Texas because of the detachable stimulator.” She tightened her grip on his cock. “Don’t be mad. But if you have to be, punish me for it. Just do it with your dick rather than the cold shoulder and a lonely pussy.”

  Gideon took a deep breath. He had been an idiot. He should have known who she was. He just hadn’t cared that much at the beginning and now, he didn’t need to. Seth and Aaron cared enough for all three of them. Thinking of the three of them brought his brain back to the potential for a threesome. “What did you mean about calling Kayla?” he asked.

  Gideon could hear the smile in her voice. “I meant that I’d like to call her so that this time while I’m watching your dick slide in and out of her, I can be riding your face instead of handling the dildo.”

  Gideon froze. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She couldn’t truly mean what she was saying. “Wait. What?”

  She turned him around, her breasts against his chest now. She leaned down and dragged her tongue from his belly button to the little hollow at the base of his neck. “Do I need to spell it out for you?” she asked him, her lips slightly touching his.

  His brain was fuzzy as his hands were roaming her body. She was hot and soft and it was making his brain mush. He nodded. “Yes.”

  She pressed her lips to his and pulled back. “I want to ride your tongue while my girlfriend rides your stick like a cowboy with eight seconds on the line.”

  It took Gideon a moment to comprehend what she’d said. “So, you and Kayla?” he asked as he stepped back from her, leaving her high, full breasts bared to him.

  She took to pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and nodded.

  “So you two are like a couple?”

  Gideon was surprised by the look of annoyance that suddenly crossed her face. She dropped her hands from her breasts and stared at him. “Yes, we are. Don’t tell me you have an issue with that.”

  Gideon understood quickly. She thought he had an issue with her being gay, or bi, or whatever she identified herself as. He almost laughed, but he knew enough about women to know that would have been a death sentence for his favorite part of his body. He had a feeling that what he was about to say was going to shock her more than anything had since they’d met. He shook his head. “Not at all. I think it’s hot, actually. People who are strong enough to know what they want and go after it are sexy as hell.”

  Lily smiled and stepped towards him, pulling her phone from her pocket. “Let me text her. We’re just down the hall, she can be here in less than five minutes.”

  Gideon covered her hand with his, stopping her from typing the text. He shook his head again. “Though the thought of that makes my cock sing, and I’m probably going to regret my next words, I’ll say them anyway. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

  Lily’s annoyance was back. “Why? Because of the lawsuit? Because … seriously, don’t be a baby. This is between you and me and hopefully Kayla. That is between Lily and Oak and Genesis Inc.”

  “Believe it or not, I agree with you. I didn’t at first, and I was super pissed and thought you were trying to take advantage or something else underhanded. But I see now that that isn’t how this works. I get it. I really do.”

  He made sure Lily was looking at him, he lifted her chin with his thumb. “I still don’t think it’s a good idea. I know I don’t seem it, but I’m a traditionalist in most senses so I just … can’t. No matter how much I want to.”

  Lily closed her eyes and he watched them roll under their respective lids. “What the actual fuck does that even mean?”

  “Open your eyes, Lily.”

  She complied.

  “It means I don’t fuck—or fuck with—people in relationships.” He watched as his words settled over her and her face fell. “I’m sorry,” he told her.

  She smiled. “Well … that’s … that’s ….” She couldn’t seem to find the right word, so Gid figured he’d help her out.

  “Unexpected?” He winked at her as he bent down and retrieved her bra and blouse, handing them both to her. “Now, if you and Kayla ever break up or something …” He tilted his head at her. “Give me a call.”

  Three

  Gideon didn’t wait around to see what Lily’s next move would be. He thought he heard her talking as he went straight back into the bathroom to shower once again, but dismissed it, figuring that maybe she’d called her girlfriend or something. He found himself shaking his head at the idea. He’d tried to play it off like he wasn’t surprised … but in truth, he had been. It didn’t bother him in the slightest, and he’d meant every word when he’d said it was hot, but he had totally pegged her as straight.

  The more he thought about it, the more he admired her. She was a female in a male dominated business, and if that wasn’t pressure enough she was gay to boot. The way she carried herself—with such pride and capability—was no longer a curiosity. She’d worked every kink out of her backbone to get it to stand as straight as it did, and she deserved the respect it br
ought her.

  As for her relationship, it had taken everything in him to turn down that threesome. Kayla was incredibly sexy, and Lily was responsive as hell. It set his blood burning just thinking about it … but he knew he couldn’t do it. He felt like dog shit for everything that had happened between them on the plane. Shit, he felt even worse remembering her sucking him off in his doorway. He had a way of conducting himself out in the world, and sleeping with people that he knew were in committed relationships wasn’t how he did things. He would never want to be, or even have the potential to be, a source of contention in a relationship.

  Cheating wasn’t something that Gideon had ever understood. If you wanted to be with someone other than who you were with, then be with someone else. It was really that simple. Hiding and lying and taking chances wasn’t any way to live. He’d watched infidelity harm too many people throughout his life. He was an adrenaline junkie and enjoyed risk as much as the next guy, but there were other ways to get your rocks off—mountain climbing, BASE jumping, sky diving, and even gambling.

  Wrapping himself in a towel for the second time in less than two hours, Gideon made his way into the main room of the suite and started to dig through his suitcases. Once he was dressed and ready, it was time to video chat with Aaron and Seth. He’d have to get dinner after. Gideon hated talking on his tiny phone screen so he pulled out his iPad and dialed his friends.

  “Have you hit the tables yet?”