“Let’s go.”
We get into the limo and head over to the casino. With the partition up, we don’t waste time; we never do. The guards know never to open the door. Our kisses always turn into more. Her silky gown is pushed up around her waist and she’s seated herself on my cock. Riding me like she was born to do. I’ll never understand how I got so lucky, but I am so thankful that I did.
She always tells me that our love is full of midnight magic and kisses, and she’s not wrong. I don’t know where I’d be if Wendy didn’t have that Gatsby New Year’s Eve party all those years ago, but I do know that I’m glad I’ll never have to find out.
The queen is mine. She’s been captured by the man she made a king, and nothing will ever change that.