Page 44 of Poker
“So fucking good,” he says with his face pressed against my throat.
There is nothing slow or loving about this, but the fast, hard, desperate pace of it is exactly what I need. Poker presses a thumb to my clit, rubbing fast circles with his thumb, and I detonate.
My pussy spasms, and his cock pulses with our shared release. As soon as we’re both done, he kisses me. Now this, this is slow and loving.
“We should probably get out there,” I say when I ease away from him.
“We should.”
“I want to do that again.”
“Oh, don’t you worry, babe,” he teases. “We’ll be doing that again as soon as we’re home.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Entering the main room, I see that all the invitees have arrived and are sitting at the table waiting for me. None of them brought a plus one, which makes security easier because that means no unknowns.
“‘Bout time,” Martin mutters when I reach my place. His gaze shifts to Poker when he takes his chair. “Should he really be playing since it’s clear the two of you are together?”
“If you have a problem with it, feel free to leave,” I say.
“I can keep my personal life out of the game,” Poker adds, addressing Martin. “Can you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” the man demands, bristling.
Poker shrugs. “It means exactly what you think it means. Is there a reason you feel threatened that I’m still here while bangin’ the host?”
“Poker,” I admonish in a harsh whisper.
“No, I don’t feel threatened,” Martin says. “It’s just a conflict of interest. But if everyone else is okay with it, then so am I.”
“Anyone else have a problem with it?” Poker asks, shifting his gaze from one player to the next.
“The only problem I have,” Ms. Rogers begins. “Is that you’re with her and not me.”
“Careful, Ms. Rogers,” Poker says. “The last woman who hit on me ended up on the receiving end of Mistress Green’s wrath.”
The woman has the audacity to laugh. “Oh, I think I can take her.”
She turns in her chair and flattens her palms on Poker’s chest, and I see red.
“Get out,” I bark.
Poker grins, and Ms. Rogers glances at me. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” I snap. “Get the fuck out.”
When she makes no move to obey, Stunner and Tracer take menacing steps forward.
“You heard her,” Stunner says.
“But I paid to be here,” she argues.
“I don’t give a fuck if you gave up your first born to be here,” I snarl. “You touched my man, and I won’t stand by and let it pass. Get the fuck out, and never come back.”
It’s then that Journey comes from his position at the side of the room and practically yanks her to her feet. “Shoulda done this the easy way, lady,” he mutters.
