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After hanging up, I make my way back to the bedroom and slide under the sheet, wrapping my arm around Meri. I’m fully expecting to remain awake, but it isn’t long before my eyelids grow heavy, and sleep pulls me under.
CHAPTER22
MERI
I’m not jealous, just possessive.
“He’ll get over it.”
I focus on the feel of Poker’s hand settled on my hip. It’s been another two weeks since the last note, and we’re no closer to figuring out the mystery. Tonight, Conrad and a few of the club brothers are providing security, but apparently, not everyone on my security team is happy with this arrangement.
“Was Solomon okay with it?” I ask, wanting to forget about Malcolm’s ire.
“Both he and Grant were fine,” Conrad assures us. “As for Malcolm, he’s beating himself up for letting that guy, Diego, slip past him to your office, and he feels like he’s being punished.”
“He’s not being punished. As for letting Diego slip by, that was all of you,” Poker states, asserting his position as the man by my side and in charge of my safety. “Don’t think for a second that either of us thinks otherwise.”
“Poker, please,” I whisper.
He squeezes my side reassuringly. “I know, I know. You can handle this.”
My lips curve into a smile. While I appreciate his protection, it’s not his place to condemn my people.
“Where do you want us, Meri?” Screamer asks when he joins our group of three.
“Mistress Green,” Conrad corrects. “Here, she’s Mistress Green.”
“My bad,” Screamer says. “Where do you want us, Mistress Green?”
I shake my head. “If you, Ghost, Jackyl, and Python could spread out at the perimeter of the room, that’d be great. Conrad will cover the door, as the players are familiar with him. Poker, you’ll be at the table as a player, and Journey will be at the bar. Oh, and Tracer and Stunner will be flanking me.”
The men nod, and Conrad and Screamer walk away with their marching orders.
“You okay?” Poker asks me when we’re alone.
“Yeah.”
And I am for the most part. I don’t think anything will happen during one of my games, but all this planning and security is weighing on me.
Poker lets his gaze travel from my face, down the length of my body, and back up again. “Have I told you yet how stunning you look in this dress?”
I’m wearing my emerald green one with the high slit and deep plunging front. It makes me feel sexy, and feeling sexy is a confidence booster.
“Oh, only about five times since I put it on.”
“As soon as we get back to your place, it’s coming off, understood?”
My clit throbs. “Yes, sir.”
“Fuck,” he rasps. “C’mon.”
He practically drags me to my office. Kicking the door shut, he spins us around and slams me against it before shoving his hand past the slit in my dress.
“You’re so wet,” he growls, as he slides my thong aside to plunge a finger into my heat.
“Fuck me, Poker,” I beg. “Please fuck me.”
He quickly undoes his pants and pushes them and his boxer briefs over his hips, and they bunch at his knees. In the next second, he’s thrusting into me. I stretch around him, his cock snug in my pussy.
