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quickly lifted
her dress all the way off of her body, revealing that she wore no bra.   Then she just as quickly pulled down her
panties, stepped out of them, and playfully kicked them aside like the pro he
took her for.   “You deserve to be
rewarded.”
    Reno wasn’t at all surprised by her sudden switch
from virgin to maven, but it didn’t matter.   He began to move past her.   “No
reward necessary,” he said as he moved.
    But she blocked his progression.   “So what’s the problem, Reno?   You look like a man who knows how to have a
good time.   What is it?   It can’t be my body.   Not this body.   And you’re obviously interested.”   She looked down, at Reno’s bundle.   He was clearly aroused.   She looked back up into his handsome face.   She moved closer, fondling her nipples.   “What is it, Reno?   Is it my body?”
    “I’m married.”
    That seemed like a non-answer to Felicity.   “And?”
    “And that fact may not matter to you,” Reno said as
he moved past her, “but it matters to me.   Have a good night.”
    When she reached for Reno’s crotch, to squeeze it,
he grabbed her by the wrist and twisted.
    “Ouch!” she screamed out.
    “Don’t fuck with me,” Reno said to her.
    “I won’t,” she said, tears of pain suddenly
appearing in her eyes.
    Reno continued to hold onto her wrist, as her teary
eyes only made her look sexier.   He even
looked down at her naked body again, which he hated his horny ass for
doing.   But then he released her bony
wrist, and left.
    Felicity was shocked.   This had not gone according to plan.   In the casino, he was as interested in her as
all those other men were.   What went
wrong, she wondered, and would they hold it against her?   She quickly ran to her purse, fumbled through
the contents, and pulled out her cell phone.
    As soon as Reno walked out of her hotel room, he
stood at the door with his hand still on the knob.   It wasn’t going away.   Lately, it was on him in such a mighty way
that he worked doubly hard just to suppress it.   He wasn’t going to cheat on Trina, but how many more nights like this could
he endure?   He was accustomed to
temptation.   Not a day went by when he
wasn’t being propositioned by some great looking female visiting his hotel or
casino.   But it was different when Trina
was in town.   He could manage it.   All he had to do was go upstairs to their
penthouse or, if she was staying the night at their Vegas estate, take a drive
over there and get some.   And whenever he
was the one out of town, he usually didn’t stay longer than a couple days tops.
He could manage to do without for two days.   But Trina had been gone ten days.   With four more to go.   This shit
was getting unmanageable.
    He pulled out his cell phone too, as he headed for
the elevator.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

CHAPTER TWO

 
    Trina Gabrini poured herself another cup of coffee as
she stood in her parents’ kitchen with a smile on her face.   It was eight in the morning, she and the
children had been on vacation for ten days, and she’d never seen her parents
happier.   Between their home in Dale,
Mississippi, and this condo in Florida that Reno purchased for them, their
retirement kept them in high cotton.   But
to have their two youngest grands visiting them, along with their daughter, was
the stuff dreams were made of.   They were
overjoyed.
    “It was delicious, Katrina,” Cecil Hathaway said to
his daughter.   He, his wife Earnestine,
and their grands were seated around the peninsular.   Their plates were all completely or nearly
clean of the food Trina had served.   “Thank your mama for preparing breakfast for us, Dom,” he said to his
grandson.
    “Thank you, Mommy,” Dominic Gabrini, Jr. said
eagerly.   “It was really tasty.”
    “Thank you, Mommy,” Sophia Gabrini, the youngest
child, echoed.   “It was really good.”
    Trina smiled.  
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