Page 104 of Square Deal

Hannah Jane eased up on her tiptoes and whispered, “We’ll have to see if it holds up when I take your cock in the back of my throat tonight.” Hannah had a smile that could topple empires with one fell swoop. She was a gladiator in designer heels.

I was fucked.

“So, this is poker night, huh?” I said from my spot at the table.

Once the chaos settled, pizza was devoured, and drinks were imbibed, we crowded around the poker table and made cheap bets.

Hannah sat beside me with a terrible hand and a shitty poker face. “You know what this means,” she whispered from behind her playing cards.

I used mine to shield my mouth, bringing her into the Cone ofSilence. “What’s that, Princess?” I asked as I picked up a few chips and slid them into the center.

The corner of her mouth pulled up. “You’re gonna have to be around here more now that you’re in the poker club.”

I put my cards down and shoved my pile of chips into the middle of the table. “I’m all in.”

Hannah nearly draggedme back to her place. I wasn’t complaining. We were both riding a buzz, so I called the driver to come get us. Luca promised to bring Hannah’s car to her house on his way into the restaurant in the morning.

I wanted to throw her over my shoulder like a caveman, tie her down to the bed, and make her come over and over until she couldn’t form a cogent thought.

I wanted to rain kisses on every inch of her body.

I wanted to pull her hair and sink deep inside her cunt and feel the rhythmic slap of my balls against her perfect skin.

I wanted so many things from her that I didn’t know where to start.

Hannah unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Before she could turn on a light, I kicked the door shut and kissed her. She still tasted like pizza and whatever the hell she had been drinking. I had a neanderthal reaction to her in those pants.

They pissed me the hell off.

I liked her in those skirts and dresses she wore. I liked being able to slide my hand up her thigh and sink my fingers into her bare pussy.

Fucking pants.

Hannah placed her small palms squarely on my chest and pressed. I backed off, sweetening the kiss. Before I pulled away completely, I trapped her lower lip between my teeth and tugged.

She grinned and looped her arms around my neck, pecking my lips once more. “Everybody knows about us.”

“How do you feel about that?” I murmured, kissing down the column of her throat.

“How doyoufeel about it?” she countered.

I didn’t respond with words. Instead, I sank my teeth into her neck and sucked, leaving a bright red mark for everyone to see.

“How long do I have you?” she said in a soft, dreamy voice.

“Just tonight,” I admitted. Her smile fell, and I stroked my thumb down the contoured line of her jaw. “I have to fly to Vancouver in the morning, but I can be back by Christmas Eve.”

Shit.Did I say something wrong? She looked shell-shocked. Wasn’t this what I was supposed to do? I was supposed to spend the holidays with her, right? Or was this too soon? Was this a big relationship step I didn’t know about?

I wanted to wake up next to Hannah on Christmas morning. I wanted to make her orgasm, eat a buffet of sugary cereal, and then open presents—in that order. Sounded pretty damn good to me.

I caged her in, bracing my arms on either side of her head. “What’s the matter?”

Her brown eyes turned up to meet mine. “You—you wanna spend Christmas with me?”

I snorted and brushed my lips against hers. “Is that so hard to believe? I want to spend every fucking day with you, Hannah Jane.”

Her nose bumped mine as she smiled against my mouth. “I’d like that.”

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