Page 29 of Queen of Spades

“Mmm,” Grady murmurs, cupping her tit. “We’ll definitely be talking about that later when we’re alone.”

My cock throbs at the sight of her nipple poking through the thin fabric of her dress. Her pheromones flood the air with her sweet caramel scent, and it’s not helping me stay clear at all. Especially considering her pheromones seem to be trying to convince my system that she’s an omega in need of an alpha.

I exhale heavily and breathe in through my mouth. This meeting needs to commence, so it can be done before I start acting like a feral alpha.

“I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for the next month,” I blurt out, catching sight of his other hand working her pussy under her dress.

“Well, way to just come right out and say it,” Ward says with a snort.

“I will, of course, pay you for your time. I was made aware of your skill set, and while I have no interest in outing that to the world, I am in need of your assistance.” I grab my whiskey, taking a liberal swallow.

“What skill set is that?” Annika asks with wide eyes.

“Your ability to count cards,” I say matter-of-factly. The grimace that crosses her face has me lowering my voice to continue. “I’ve heard you’re highly accurate at picking up on cheating. As good as I am, there’s one person I’ve never managed to best.”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” Ward mutters to me. He gestures to Annika. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us.”

Grady’s jaw flexes with his displeasure. “Where, exactly, did you hear that tidbit of information?”

“Someone who owes me a favor.” I don’t disclose sources. That’s bad business. “He has a lady friend that recommended you.”

“Well, I’m sorry to have wasted your time,” Annika whimpers, writhing against Grady as he gets back to his ministrations. “But I’m already in a relationship. I can’t pretend to be your girlfriend for a game, let alone a month. I am willing to consider overseeing a game at your request, but that would be the extent of what I could offer—” Her entire body shakes as she gasps, “Yep, right there.”

“That won’t work.” I sigh. “I need you to appear to be a serious romantic prospect, or I’ll never be able to get you into the game to begin with.”

“Now I’m intrigued.” Grady chuckles darkly.

I give him a dubious look. “You can bring your boyfriend and stay at my home until the job is complete. I’m also open to negotiating a sum you consider fair.”

“Stop teasing, or I’m going to drag you up to one of the private rooms and climb right on your cock,” Annika snaps, glaring over her shoulder at her alpha.

Grady chuckles, but he looks between Ward and me. “Her heat is right around the corner. You caught us on our day off, and I did promise to make her come as many times as her tight little body could handle.”

The music is so loud, it should be impossible for me to pick up her light gasping moans, but I swear my hearing just amped up several degrees as a direct result of being able to hear her sexy sounds.

“Grandpa’s looking a little hungry,” Grady murmurs, nipping at the omega’s ear. “You can come over and drink down her sounds.”

Annika’s eyes fly to Ward, and she nods wildly as she licks her lips.

“Grandpa?” he scoffs, shoving himself out of the booth. He walks around, sliding in at Grady’s side while I’m still trying to determine when I lost control of this conversation so fully.

Annika grabs a handful of Ward’s shirt and suspenders and tugs him to her.

“Fifty thousand dollars,” I offer as Ward stares into her eyes.

Grady chuckles darkly, and it makes me ache to strangle him. There’s nothing funny about this situation.

“You could probably negotiate.” Ward brings a hand up, running his fingers over her cheek. “Take him for at least a hundred grand.”

“What the fuck?” I ask and cringe. My tone sounds petulant to my own ears.

“A hundred grand per person?” Grady asks, licking down Annika’s neck. She’s still staring at Ward with her plush lips gently parted.

My cock throbs painfully as her chest rises and falls with rapid movements.

Ward dips his mouth to hers, but she dives to meet him in the middle.

“I’m almost jealous that I’m not you right now,” Grady says to me. “It’s a good view, isn’t it?”

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