Page 19 of The Billionaire's Buy-In

“So, Mr. Gallo,” she says in a low voice, “I’m willing to make a bet with you.” She speaks clearly and with confidence. Abbie knows what she’s doing to me, and she’s basking in the knowledge of her power.

My countenance has remained immobile, not wanting to reveal my thoughts. Both my expression and silence is making her nervous because I can see her face cloud with uncertainty.

This is why you don’t bet against the house, baby girl. I’m way more experienced at this game.

Studying her for a moment longer, I finally ask, “What are we betting, firecracker?”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I raise my brows in question as I lean against the wall. This all feels vaguely familiar, and it’s all I can do to not grab her and pin her to the metal desk, reminding her she belongs to me. The same metal desk from our encounter a week ago. The desk where I ate her young, virgin pussy, marking her for the first time.

Chapter 14

Abbie

Hisgazeisburningwith sensual expectation, but other than his eyes, I can’t read a damn thing on his face.

He’s getting me flustered because I’m bluffing my ass off, playing at being the seductress, and he knows it.

My confidence wavers, then I clear my throat, pretending not to be affected by his casual attitude. “The bet is a simple coin toss. Pretty sure you’re familiar with this type of bet.” I can’t resist the dig as I hold out my hand, opening my palm to reveal a silver coin. A real coin. Not like the one he used in our first bet. “Heads I win, tails, you win.”

“And whatexactlydo I win?” He studies me intensely.

“Me,” I breathe, my heart hammering in my ears. I’ve never allowed myself to be so vulnerable, exposing myself to rejection. He has my heart in his hands, because, without a doubt, I love this morally gray, incredibly sexy man. I clear my throat. “You winme.”

I see the corner of his mouth curl in amusement, his features softening, and desire flaring in his hooded gaze.

“What ifyouwin the toss?” There is a sexy challenge in his voice. A ripple of excitement and a shiver of awareness runs through my body.

My confidence returns. “You,” I bite my lip, trying to keep my emotions in check. “I winyou.”

I would make a shit poker player. Not sure I could bluff my way out of a paper bag.

But now, he knows. All of my cards are on the table.

“Flip the coin, Abbie,” he commands quietly as he steps toward me. My core tightens. This man in his dark suit and powerful presence, oozes dominance and sensuality.

“Yes, sir,” I say, wanting desperately for him to touch me. The air sizzles with tension.

I toss the coin in the air. And sure enough, because I know how to ruin a moment and because I can’t flip a coin and catch it, the coin lands on the hard concrete floor at his feet. I cringe inwardly.

Really?I’d nailed everything until this point. Now, I look like an idiot. An idiot who makes a bet like a gangster, then fouls it up by doing something stupid.

Chord’s eyes sparkle, and I detect laughter with the smile playing on the corners of his mouth. He crouches closer to the floor to see the result, not giving it away.

Picking up the coin, he examines the silver object as he rises to his full height. He smiles, a devilish glint in eyes along with a tenderness that makes me want to melt into a pile of goo. This is a déjà vu moment.

“Not using a trick coin? You want me to flip again, help your odds?”

I nod, holding my breath. There’s no risk for me. Either way, I win.

He flicks it, catching it, and places it top of his hand, keeping it covered.

Again, I’m not worried about the outcome as I watch him slowly lift his hand, to reveal the profile of a United States president.

“Heads, looks like you win again, firecracker. Two for two.”

He pockets the coin and closes the distance between us in two quick strides. Grabbing both of my knees, he pulls them apart, making room for his large body to press into mine. His long, throbbing length rubs against my bare pussy, the fabric of his slacks providing friction in just the right spots. His pants will never be the same because I know I’m drenched with need.

He angles my face to meet his smoldering gaze and a delicious shudder racks my body.

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