Page 28 of Queen of Spades

Grady nips at her ear and smirks at me and Ward as we approach at a slight angle. He removes his hand from her sex and spins her around until her back rests against his chest.

His tattooed hands land on her thigh and stomach as his face appears over her shoulder. He bumps her head until she spots us.

Annika’s head tilts as her plush pink lips fall open.

Ward snorts. “Tell me you wouldn’t kill to see that face when she was on her knees for you.”

Her eyes narrow, and it manages to make her even more attractive. My cock thickens against my thigh as her chest heaves.

“I got your name last night.” Grady pulls his hand off her middle to point at me. “But you and I didn’t have the pleasure.” He gestures toward Ward.

“Ward Fuller,” he says, eyeing Annika from the top of her head down to the rounded pair of heels she wears. “We’ve got a proposition for you. Would you like a drink?”

“You hear that, baby? They’ve got a proposition for you.” Grady laughs.

Ward hooks his thumbs in his suspenders.

I sigh.

I really dislike that man already.

Ward grabs us drinks from the bar, and we meet at one of the circular booths. I slide in, and Ward takes the edge as Grady takes the other side. He pulls Annika to rest in his lap, spreading her thighs over his.

I can see the creamy tops of her thighs, but her dress covers all the good parts. I could tilt my head to get a better view of exactly how spread open she is. I’m guessing Ward has a slightly better view, but her dress and the tabletop also block most of his line of sight.

I glance down as her heels bump the back of the wooden booth.

Grady has her feet trapped behind his calves as his fingers tease up her inner thigh.

I suppose some people get off on exhibitionism. However, that’s not the purpose of this meeting. Although, my voyeuristic side is threatening to make an appearance with the way her mouth gently parts as she wiggles in the asshole’s lap.

“What’s the purpose of this little get-together?” Grady asks, grabbing his beer off the table. He takes a swig as his eyes bounce between me and Ward.

I don’t know why he thinks he’s in charge.

Annika’s head rolls around his chest, and he chuckles, bringing the drink to her lips. She takes a sip that has me licking my lips like a total creep.

“I have a proposition for the lady,” I say, clearing my throat and meeting her eyes.

Annika snorts. “I feel like you have highly unrealistic expectations of who I am if you’re referring to me as a lady.”

Ward chuckles.

I bet he is eating this up. He knows how flustered I’ve been since last night. I truly can’t remember the last time a woman declined my advances, let alone refused to grab a drink with me.

“Well, we already know you snore like a truck driver and curse like a sailor,” Grady muses, bending to kiss her cheek from behind.

Her nose wrinkles as she slaps the hand he has wrapped around her middle. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“Right, if we could get back to our transaction?” I ask, making eye contact with one right after the other.

“For being a successful businessman, you’re really floundering here, princess,” Ward says in his slightly Scottish accent.

Annika gasps, leaning forward a bit. “What did you just say?”

“Ahh, I call the boss princess.” Ward tosses a thumb in my direction, like there was some question as to who he was speaking about.

“Of course, sorry. It reminded me of something someone used to call me,” Annika mutters, looking like she wishes she had kept her mouth closed.

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