Page 132 of Sin Bin

He slowly looked her up and down, then grinned around his cigar and crooked his finger at her.

She knew she shouldn’t go. There was an aura of danger surrounding him. It was in the wicked curve of his mouth. The predatory gleam in his eyes.

He was no good for her. She knew that.

But she couldn’t resist him.

Just as she took a step forward, a hand caught her wrist.

She looked back, her eyes widening in surprise. “Ephraim?”

“Don’t go to him,” he urged. “Stay with me.”

“But—”

He leaned down and kissed her. His lips were soft and his kiss felt nice. Not earth-shattering, but nice.

Suddenly Logan appeared, like a sleight of hand. He gripped Ephraim’s shoulder and roughly shoved him out of the way.

Before she could protest, he grabbed her face in his hands and took hot possession of her mouth.

The bustle and noise of the casino dropped away, leaving them the only two people in existence.

Without breaking their kiss, Logan hiked up her dress and ripped off her panties in one aggressive motion. As he picked her up, she wound her arms around his neck, her legs sliding up his thighs and wrapping around his waist.

He lifted her onto the poker table, sweeping away cards and chips with one arm. Her pulse pounded wildly as he unzipped his pants, staring into her eyes.

And then his hands were on her ass, lifting her onto his hard cock.

Her gasp turned into a cry when he plunged inside her.

Pleasure slammed through her body, flooding her nerves and stealing her breath. She arched her back, her legs tightening around his hips.

He started thrusting deep and fast, fucking her on top of the poker table. Her fingers bit into his shoulders, her nails clawed down his back.

He watched her face with feral intensity as his strokes grew harder, deeper and more forceful.

She held on to him, her soft cries growing louder and wilder.

“That’s right,” he growled with dark triumph. “Give me everything you got. I want it all.”

As she started climaxing, she looked over his shoulder and saw Ephraim standing there, watching their frantic coupling.

He met her eyes and shook his head with grave disappointment.

“You should have listened to me.” His voice seemed to come from far away. “He’s going to break your—”

“Meadow, wake up!”

She jolted awake with a pounding heart.

Jess stood over her, shaking her shoulder and hollering excitedly. “Everyone’s phones have been going off! The boys are on their way to the hotel. Get up and get dressed so we can go downstairs to meet them!”

Meadow sat up slowly in bed. She felt groggy and disoriented, the dream lingering on her mind and echoing through her body.

Jess was shimmying into a short, stretchy black skirt that hugged her curves like a second skin. “Girl, you sleep like the dead!”

“I was exhausted from all that shopping,” Meadow groused, fumbling her glasses off the bedside table and putting them on. “Can we please do something else tomorrow? Vegas has so much more to offer than high-end shopping. We can see a show, visit the Titanic Exhibit at the Luxor, spend the day with dolphins….” She sighed. “The possibilities are endless.”

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