Page 92 of If Tomorrow Never Comes

“Oh no,” Elliott muttered.

“Jamie,” Jim started.

“Yes, sir?”

“After dinner, what do you say we play a hand of poker?”

Hours later, Jamie sat propped on the bed in Elliott’s room, legs extended and arms folded behind his head.

“You didn’t tell me they’d completely clean me out,” he said dejectedly.

Elliott’s laugh floated from the open bathroom doorway. “I told you they were ruthless. It’s not my fault you didn’t believe me.”

“After spending time with your dad this afternoon, I had my eye on him. Your mom, though? She seemed so sweet.”

“And now she has all your money.”

“Damn.” He shook his head, staring at the ceiling. “Who woulda thought?”

Elliott stepped out from the bathroom in tiny black shorts and a tank top, and he surveyed her body from head to toe.

Then back up, slowly.

He swallowed hard when she approached him with a sultry smile, flipping the light off as she went. His breath hitched, body tight with anticipation, when she climbed on top of him, settling onto his lap. He moved to put his hands on her, but she shook her head.

“Leave your arms like that.” Her voice was low as she ran her hands up and down his biceps, bunched up in the position they were in.

His heart pounded and threatened to punch right out of his chest. From the very beginning it was as if it had been trying to get out of his body and into hers, where it belonged. The sensation only became more intense when they were near like this.

She kissed him softly. “They loved you.”

“I adored them,” he said.

“Good.” She brushed a kiss along his jaw.

He couldn’t handle this much longer. He needed his hands on her skin.

“I’ve never had a guy in this room.”

He cleared his throat. “I bet your dad sleeps with one eye open.”

“No,” she laughed softly. “Mom’s the one they were all scared of.”

“I seriously underestimated that woman.”

Elliott’s tongue traced his bottom lip, and he forgot all about her parents. His hands were shaking.

“I’m glad I brought you here, though,” she said. “You make me feel so ...”

He swallowed hard when she moved up to sit right on his groin. “So what?”

She tugged at his hands and put them on her body. “Desperate for you to touch me.”

“God, yes.” His hands roamed all over, everywhere he could possibly reach, and he lurched forward, kissing her hard.

She rocked against him, and his stomach bottomed out.

“You have to be quiet,” she said on a moan.

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