Page 8 of My Favorite Sin

“Yeah?” I step beside him and go rigid the second his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me tight to his side.

“Nothing. I just want to keep you warm since you’re too stubborn to take my jacket.”

When he doesn’t release his hand from my waist, my temperature climbs higher and the shivering stops. I keep thinking about his smirk from when he caught me watching that couple having sex, and how he shouldn’t be touching me after that experience. I shouldn’t have fingered myself in his bed last night, no matter how much seeing Dan again made me in desperate need for an orgasm.

Too caught up in my sordid thoughts, only now do I notice each player has revealed their cards and Dan has won.

Felix pats Dan’s shoulder. “Damn, you’re good, bro.”

The dealer rakes several towers of poker chips toward Dan.

“Seems like you’re my lucky charm.” Dan winks at me. “I might have to start bringing you to more of these games.”

“How much money did you win?” I ask.

“Five hundred grand.”

I clap a hand to my mouth, smiling in disbelief. “Oh my God, Dan.” I knew he was good at poker, but I didn’t know he wasthisgood.

Felix twirls a poker chip between his fingers again. “Don’t be too impressed. He’s only breaking even. Lost five hundred in a game yesterday.”

“Youwhat?” I scold Dan.

“Win some, lose some,” Dan says without the least of worries. “That’s the fun of it.”

An older man sitting across from Felix raises his voice for Dan to hear, while nodding at me. “Seems like you’re winning a lot more than just money tonight. You’re a lucky man. Your girlfriend is beautiful.”

Felix smothers a laugh by lifting his drink to his mouth. I can feel my cheeks growing hot again over the label.

“She is gorgeous, isn’t she?” Dan says.

I press my lips together.That’sthe part Dan chooses to comment on? Not correcting the girlfriend title?

Dan stands from his seat with his hand still at my waist. “Come on, sis, you ready for dinner?”

CHAPTER FOUR

DAN

That fucking ribbon sits so sweetly in her hair. I want to rip it from her head and wrap it around her tiny wrists, shackling her to my bed.

“Dan?”

I blink away the fantasy, finding Ally waiting for an answer to a question I never heard because I was too busy thinking about her naked. It’s all I’ve been able to think about this entire weekend.

“You’re staying for dinner, right?” Ally peers up at me from the passenger seat of my Aston Martin with this soft look in her eyes that pushes blood to my cock. The sun is low in the sky as we sit idle in the driveway of Dad and Amabella’s beach house in The Hamptons. Beethoven’sFuneral Marchplays quietly from the speakers. I take it as a warning sign to turn down the dinner invitation.

“Why, so I can get into a fight with my father? No thanks. I’m dropping you off and heading straight back to the city.”

“There won’t be any fighting. Josh will be happy to see you. Mom says you haven’t spoken to him since I left.”

“That’s not true. My father and I have lovely chats every time my name lands in the media and gets him in trouble.”

She smiles at my joke. I can see she wants to retort with some speech about how my father is a good man and that family is important. It sounds like something that would come out of his mouth too.

“Oh my God, there’s Mom!” Ally jumps out of the car and races toward Amabella standing on the front porch of the house.

Ally’s mom I have no issue with. She’s lovely and oftentimes I’ve felt like she’s my own mother. Despite the broken relationship between me and my father, I lived at home with him, Amabella, and Ally right up until she left for Paris, because Ally and Amabella made it bearable. Even though I’ve kept my distance this last year, Amabella always phones to check up on me.

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