Bimbo Casino: The Complete Series (The Shining Spiral Saga) by Nadia Nightside Read Free Book Online Page B

to place how and why, all he could recall was simple, happy white-washed bliss.
    He remembered some things—Selene talking to him in that perfect accent, sounding so perfectly even and wonderful, every last thing she said making quite a lot of sense. She was a smart, smart woman, that Selene. He ought to trust her with everything.
    Falco walked through the front door of his home, tired and distantly horny. His wife Stephanie was there, sitting down in her chair examining a beauty magazine. Their maid Lola poured her a glass of wine. It was two in the afternoon—a little early for such refreshments, he felt.
    Stephanie, lovely and pampered, was twenty years younger than him. They hadn’t been married for very long—only three years. But, already, it felt like much of the magic had abandoned them. They hadn't had sex for over a month, and hadn't had a decent bout in over a year.
    Truth be told, he suspected that his blond, fantastically leggy wife was engaged in some extramarital activity. If he had considered that even yesterday, he would have worked himself up into a rage. But now, his anger at adultery felt distant, removed.
    At the same time, all the sexual exhaustion he felt from whatever happened with Selene seemed to melt away from him. Instead, now, examining his beautiful wife's form, he could feel his lust rising again.
    “Lola,” said Falco, admiring Stephanie's long legs beneath her tight sundress, “why don’t you take off for a bit?”
    Lola left with a short, knowing smile. She’d propositioned Falco a number of times—or near enough for him to proposition her, anyway—but he’d resisted. She was a lovely sort—curvy and short, with bright blue eyes. She didn't seem to care at all that he was married.
    But even so, Stephanie meant more to him than anyone, and almost more than anything. The casino, of course, would always be number one.
    And Selene...Selene was definitely high up on that list. She deserved it. She was so gorgeous.
    He leaned down and kissed Stephanie on the cheek. Thoughts of Selene's cleavage flashed in his mind, and his kisses became more insistent. Stephanie barely shifted attention from her magazine article—tips on how to make her hair really stand-out this season. Pressing onward, he listed kisses down her cheek and neck.
    Still, she didn't seem to get the message.
    “I’m horny,” he whispered into her ear.
    In truth, he wasn't sure whether he wanted to fuck Stephanie, or to fuck Stephanie and think about Selene. He was sure, though, that he didn't care.
    She put the magazine down briefly. “What?”
    “I said I want to have sex.”
    “Oh,” she said, surprise entering her voice. “Now? Did you take your pill?”
    “I don’t need it.”
    She shrugged. “Okay. It’s just...last time, when you said that, well...”
    He didn’t want to think about that. The stress of running a casino often had a deleterious effect on his ability to make love—so sometimes he used a little blue pill for a little extra help.
    Thinking about that hot spot of wounded pride was like anathema for his rising lust, and so he backed away from his wife.
    “Nevermind,” he said, shaking his head, halfway hoping she would talk him out of his retreat.
    “Okay!” she chirped brightly, turning back to her magazine.
    Falco walked to the kitchen and poured himself a quick, stiff drink.
    It had cheered his wife up, knowing she wouldn’t have sex with him. What was wrong with this picture?
    * * * * *
    E arly the next morning, he woke up in his enormous king-sized bed to find his hot young wife already far gone from his bed. This wasn’t unusual. She had ever been an early-riser. Tall windows lined the bedroom, letting in the morning sun over his prone form.
    While Stephanie may have been an early-riser, Falco—who had been in the casino business his entire life—was well-accustomed to waking late. Most of the business he had to attend to happened late at night.
    Last night, though, for whatever