Page 20 of Devour

“Yeah.” She sighs.

“So am I. Let’s go.”

I don’t spare a glance in the direction of Leo and Trina as I pull myself from Maeve. Keeping a firm hold on the small of her back, I guide Maeve to the high limit platinum rooms. There’sno way those two will be able to distract Maeve from me in here. The fact that I’m actually jealous right now makes me livid. The original plan was for me to make them envious of her. Not me envious of them. She probably would’ve dry humped me to prove to Leo she’s over him and to Trina that she’s upgraded from Leo. I’m not having her do anything with me for someone else. She’s going to do it for no other reason than her body craves mine.

I take a seat at one of the poker tables and she stands next to me. There’s a few other men sitting at the table with their trophies standing behind them.

“Sit,” I demand.

Her voice drips with sarcasm. “The minimum bet is a little out of my reach.”

“I’m not going to repeat myself,” I tell her in a low tone.

She sits and I don’t miss the way she shifts in her seat. The corner of my lip twitches. I lean into her and whisper, “Comfy?”

“Yes.”

I take some chips out of my pocket and place them in front of her, and then some in front of me. Maeve’s eyes widen at the stack of red and gold poker chips.

“Those are half a million dollar chips.” She releases a nervous laugh. “You want me to gamble with millions of dollars?”

“If you need more let me know.”

The dealer tells us to place our bets. Maeve hesitantly places a single chip down. I scoff and reach over and double her bet. “Tonight’s about being reckless, isn’t it?”

She shrugs and gives me ait’s your losslook. We play a hand and Maeve loses. The next hand she loses, again. Then the third. However, on the fourth hand, she wins. She doesn’t even realize she won.

“Look at that. You won,” I tell her.

“I won?”

“You won.”

She shows the dealer like she doesn’t trust me. Another person I’ll have to add to my shit list. Maybe I should fire them or at least send them to another table? The dealer confirms what I’ve already told her.

“I won!” Hysterical laughter bubbles out of her and then her arms are around my neck.

“Do you want to keep playing?”

“Yes, please!”

I toss a few more chips her way, causing her to release a cute little giggle. Cute. I’ve never thought of someone’s laugh ascute.Before long she’s nudging me with her elbow, reaching out and touching my arm, smiling, and talking shit with the other players. The last part doesn’t excite me as much, but it’s nice to see her being so carefree and relaxed.

After a couple of more hands, I pull her away from the table and get us some drinks. True, I could’ve had someone deliver us drinks, but then there wouldn’t be any friction of the dice between her thighs.

I corner her and in a low voice ask, “How are you doing?”

She trembles, but maintains eye contact. “Fine.”

“I hope this hasn’t been torture for you.”

“Surprisingly you’re not completely unbearable.”

Smartass. I take another step until her chest almost touches mine. “Is that pussy of yours wet?”

She snickers. She actually snickers. “You’re so arrogant. Stop trying to intimidate me with all this hovering. We get it. You’re a dominant male.”

One thing I don’t give easily is respect. Here Maeve Goodman is earning mine. As much as I want to keep this little game going, if I don’t touch her soon, I’m going to lose my cool. Then I remember her dress is fitted. While I enjoy the outline ofher curves, the dress is not easy access. “I’m going to have to buy you another dress.”

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