Page 99 of Snow Bound

Dropping his bags by the door, he walked into the living room.

The sound system was playing an ABBA song, and a half-eaten tray of pigs in blankets sat on a side table. Of the four people gathered around his portable poker table, the three men were talking over one another with various expressions of disbelief, disgust, and annoyance. The lone woman was laughing as she raked in a pile of chips.

“That’s what you get for trying to draw to an inside straight,” she told Michael with a sneer. Grant had to swallow a laugh at the insult on Michael’s face. No matter how much deference Anna showed him at the club as both the owner and a dominant, she was a brat to the core. And here, in his living room, she had no problem letting her sassy side loose.

“Fuck, that last hand nearly finished me,” Simon muttered in disgust and was drawing a slim cigar from his breast pocket when he caught Anna’s frown.

“No smoking in the apartment. Grant’s rules.”

Simon narrowed his eyes at her. “I outrank him, you know.”

She snorted. “Not with me, you don’t.”

The hoots and hollers that erupted around the table made Grant grin. His girl was glowing as she stacked her chips. Her hair danced over her shoulders, a bright contrast to the soft blue sweater she wore. His sweater, he realized with a start. The one he thought the dry cleaners had lost last month. He shook his head. She’d helped him look for it, for God’s sake.

Clearly, she was getting too big for her britches again.

He stepped further into the room, and her head came up.

Delight lit her face and she jumped up with a cry. “You’re home!”

She flew around the table to leap at him, her arms going around his neck and her legs around his waist. He braced himself for the impact, catching her easily, and sank into the kiss.

He growled and tangled a hand in her hair, tilting her head so he could dive in deep. Her delighted moan went straight to his dick, which after two and a half weeks away, had risen to the occasion the moment her sweet heat pressed against him.

“Jesus, you two. Get a room.”

Grant broke the kiss to send Zack, one of his co-workers, an amused look. “This is my room.”

“Well, then go ahead and give us a show,” Zach invited with a grin. “Michael’s seen it, but the rest of us haven’t. Maybe it’ll make up for losing my damn shirt.”

Anna smiled into his eyes. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby.” He ignored their audience and pressed her hard against him. Her lips parted and her cheeks flushed as the hard length of his dick slid against her pussy. He could feel the wet heat of her through the yoga pants she wore, and she could certainly feel him.

He put a stern look on his face and shifted his grip to give her a stinging slap on her ass. She gasped and grew even wetter.

“I come home from a business trip and find you entertaining three men in my house?” he growled, loving the sparkle in her eyes.

She grinned. “They didn’t want to miss the regular poker game, so I volunteered to sit in for you.”

He laughed, turning to eye his friends sitting sullenly around the table, and the small scattering of poker chips in front of each of them. Anna’s place at the table, however, held a veritable mountain.

“She’s a fucking shark,” Michael muttered. “You might have warned us.”

“I didn’t know you’d invite her to play,” Grant protested, still grinning. “She suckered you right in with that innocent face, didn’t she?”

Simon narrowed his gaze and clamped his teeth on his unlit cigar. “I’m pretty sure she’s cheating.”

Anna was giggling so hard she could barely breathe. “Why don’t you prove it, Big Dick Hastings?”

The table erupted in guffaws as Simon’s face went stony. Lola’s nickname for him had caught on among those who’d heard it, and he wasn’t happy about it.

Grant chuckled and hitched her higher. “Come on, babe. You haven’t welcomed me home properly yet.”

“Yeah, take her somewhere else,” Zach chimed in and began to shuffle the cards. “We’ll just play her hand for a while.”

“Hey!” Anna protested, but Grant was already carrying her out of the room. She frowned at him. “They’re going to take all my winnings.”

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