Page 112 of The Winslow Brothers

The other men at the table are a combination of amused and outright shocked, and I can’t deny I’m feeling both of those things myself.

But when I step to the side a little to look at Sophie’s face, I can see there’s a change. A certainty lying behind her eyes. A confidence that is undeniable. It reminds me of that night she told that douchebag she was an ex-convict from Bedford Hills.

Wait…she hasn’t been doing what I think she’s been doing, has she?

I furrow my brow and try to make sense of it, but when her opponent eventually calls, everything moves at rapid-fire pace.

He shows his cards—a pair ofQueens.

“Queens and Aces. Two pair for the gentleman,” the dealer announces.

“Good hand,” Sophie says, but when she flips over her hand, she adds, “But it looks like mine is better.”

I look down at the spot in front of her, and there sits a pair ofAces.

Did she really just slow-roll these old dudes with a pair of fucking Aces in her hand?

When I check her cards again, a stunned laugh barrels out of my chest.

Holy fucking shit. She just played these men like a fiddle.

My eyes laser in on Sophie again. She just sits there, all fucking smug, and it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

“Four of a kind for the lady,” the dealer states, and it takes a lot of effort for him to keep his amusement to just a tiny quirk of his mouth. “The lady wins this round.”

The dude in the Hawaiian shirt just sits there, his mouth gawked open wide.

But the old guy with the beard busts a fucking gut, slapping his leg with each hearty laugh. “Well, hell. Looks like we have a hustler in our midst!”

The three other guys join in on the laughter, but considering he just lost twenty grand in one hand, all the man in the flowery shirt can do is shake his head and mutter, “Fuck me. I just got snowed.”

“Dude, your girlfriend is nothing but trouble,” a guy with a moustache says directly to me, but his voice is purely amused. “She’s been cheating us for the past two hours. Making us think she didn’t know jack shit about cards, but it looks like she knowsa hell of a lot morethan she was letting on.”

I don’t even bother correcting him on the girlfriend comment because, fuck, I’m too turned on to make sense of anything right now but the fact that I need to get Sophie up to our room to earn another goddamn badge.

Sophie just rakes in all her winnings and flashes a little wink at everyone at the table. “It’s possible that I might know a thing or two.”

The confidence vibrating off her body might as well be a fucking siren’s call for my dick, and the instant she has all her chips stacked up and in order and tells the men goodbye, I practically drag her toward the elevators.

“W-what are you doing?” she asks as I hurriedly shove us inside one of the empty carts. “Jude? Are you okay?”

“Are you kidding me?” I retort just as the doors close shut. “I’m more than okay. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Hell, I’m surprised I didn’t try to fuck you right there on the table.”

Her eyes go wide, but then, something changes inside her. Like a flip of a switch, that confidence of hers is back and flaming, and she’s moving toward me. One shove of her free hand into my chest, she pushes me up against the wall and kisses me with the kind of fierceness that makes my dick twitch beneath my zipper.

Damn, girl.

“I’m ready to earn my next badge,” she says, steps back, sets her chip-holder on the ground, and hits the emergency stop button on the elevator so that we’re hovering about ten floors from our suite. “But I want to earn it foryourorgasm. When I make you come.With my mouth.”

All I can do is blink.

“Do we have a deal?”

Is she for real? Fuck yeah, we have a deal.

“Babe, I’ll take that deal any-fucking-day of the week.”

“Good.” She grins at me like a little sexy devil.

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