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The dress she’s wearing is my favorite shade of orange. It’s made of silk and flows around her legs perfectly, the slit on the side exposing one of her beautiful, thick thighs as she walks. Her heels look painfully high, but Nevaeh steps one foot in front of the other with elegance. The neckline is low and her breasts fill that dress up in a way that makes my mouth water. The fabric clings to her ass too, and I find myself jealous of another piece of fucking clothing.
Her hair is perfectly wavy, just like always. She’s smiling at my sister, accepting her invitation to hook their arms together.
“Breathe,” Gabriel whispers to me, and I suck in a sharp breath, hoping it’s not obvious.
“Is that a thing I’m supposed to do?” I ask sarcastically, and Gabriel nudges my side.
“Only if you want to live long enough to kiss her again,” he says with a mean smile and a simple shrug of his shoulders.
Nevaeh’s attention shifts to me, and the rest of the world vanishes. There’s only her and me now.
The smile spreading across her face has me breathless all over again. She rimmed her eyes with brown eyeliner. Her lips are painted a dark orange to match the dress, making the smile on my face spread without my permission.
Valentina flings her arms around Gabriel’s neck while Nevaeh steps in front of me, her hands clasped together.
I shove mine into my pockets to resist the urge to touch her.
“Neveah,” I say, the usual softness in my tone as I address her.
“Mr. Romana,” she replies with a shy smile. Her eyes trail over my black-on-black suit before her features soften at the sight of my pocket square.
“Come on, Nevs, let’s go,” Val says and grabs my angel’s hand, leading her away from me.
Biting back a groan of disapproval, I follow Gabriel, Valentina, and Nevaeh inside.
The inside of the casino is fucking bright in comparison to the night sky outside. I blink several times before studying the interior. It reminds me a little of the inside of one of the million cathedrals Val has made me visit over the years.
The walls are made up of paintings and gold flecks while expensive chandeliers dangle from the high ceilings. There are people in fancy clothing everywhere, more older people than young, and I spot some of the other drivers at one of the tables. Nolan Matts and his teammate Jason Young stand at one of them, raising their glasses in our direction. I give them a small nod before walking to another game table with Nevaeh, Val, and Gabriel.
It’s quite crowded with the four of us joining now, and I notice Nevaeh shooting Val an unsure look. I move halfway behind Nevaeh, caging her in my arms a little to make sure I can give her enough space on each side of her body to keep her comfortable. Her shoulders sag in relief while I move her hair out of the way to make sure she can hear my next words clearly.
“I see you’ve chosen to wear something to drive me wild tonight.” My voice is low and quiet so no one else, not even Val who is next to us, can hear me. She tilts her head back a little more to make sure I alone hear her answer.
“How wild?” she asks, making a chuckle roll from my chest.
“Move your ass a little backward and you’ll feel what you and that dress do to me,” I tease, never in a million years expecting she’d actually move her ass toward my half-erected cock to actually get a feel.
A quiet gasp leaves her lips while I fight to hold a moan in. I grab her hips and move her away from me, self-control a concept I hardly know anymore.
“Don’t do that,mon ange, not if you’d like to keep that dress on,” I warn, dropping my hands from her body and placing them on the gaming table on either side of her again. I know people can see us, but it’s also really crowded, so I’m hoping we don’t stand out.
“So, tell me, what is this event for?” she asks to change the topic.
“It’s for charity. We gamble some of our money and all the proceeds go to a charity of our choice. Not all the drivers wanted to bet their money, but most are here. Look,” I point at James, Cameron, Leonard, and Kyle, who are enjoying themselves at another table.
“Yes!” Val exclaims as she wins a round of blackjack. “Sorry,” she apologizes after with a small laugh.
“Here, you play for me. You’re my lucky charm,” I say, pulling Nevaeh’s attention back to me. She turns her head, not realizing how close our mouths would be, and it takes all of my willpower not to kiss her again.
“But I wasn’t very lucky last race weekend,” she says, her gaze switching between looking at my eyes and lips.
“I didn’t even have a scratch after the crash. If you don’t think I had your kiss to thank for that, then you clearly don’t see things the way I do,” I reply, making her bite her bottom lip to hide a smile.
“You’re such a flirt,” she says, and a deep laugh bursts out of me.
“That wasn’t flirting,Nevaeh. You pressing your ass against my cock was,” I remind her, watching the most beautiful of blushes take hold of her cheeks. My sister flashes Nevaeh a curious look, but my angel doesn’t say a word.
“You pushed me away so quickly, you can hardly say it was more than a brush,” she defends, so I place my hands back on her hips and drag her backward until my cock presses against her round ass. It’s so subtle, I doubt anyone could possibly realize what I’m doing unless they stood right behind me. “You told me not to do it again, but you get to? That doesn’t seem fair,” she complains as my sister wins another round.
