Page 55 of Trouble Me
“Bring your worst, baby.”
Although Emma lost the next hand—and her shirt—Shane’s willpower was taking a beating of its own. With every piece of clothing that came off, it took all the skills he had to play the game in order to win. If he lost one hand, he’d lose the whole battle since he was commando under his jeans.
The next hand, her bra came off and those luscious, beautiful breasts were begging for his touch. Shane did his best not to squirm in his chair, but his raging hard-on made sitting difficult.
He lifted a brow and gave Emma a pointed stare as she shuffled the deck. “I’d say this is the last hand.”
Her eyes darkened with desire and gleamed with challenge. It was a potent combination that punched him straight in the gut, and one that he wouldn’t mind seeing for the rest of his life.
Shane shoved that to the back of his mind when she dealt his hand. Leaning forward with his elbows on the table, he picked up his cards one at a time, studying what he’d been dealt. He bit back a smile when he picked the last one and found he’d been dealt a hand he’d had only a few times.
Straight flush.
He was going to love seeing those lacy panties come off.
“Your call,” she asked, her voice was flat as she stared at her cards.
“Check.”
She narrowed her eyes at him and put a card down, drawing a new one. Her expression didn’t change as she studied her cards. A moment later, her eyes met his. “Show me what you’ve got.”
Shane finally let loose the grin he’d been holding back as he laid out his hand. Four, five, six, seven, eight of spades.
She tapped a finger on her cheek, her eyes wide. “That’s an impressive hand.”
He leaned back with a satisfied smile and crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, you could say that.”
Emma stared at his hand for a moment, that finger still tapping.
“Don’t be shy now, Reynolds. Lay it on me.”
Her eyes met his again, but they were unreadable this time. “Okay.”
His grin grew wider. There was only one hand that could beat...
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
The shit-eating grin he’d been sporting slowly slid off his face with each card she put down.
All hearts.
Ace, King, Queen, Jack...
Her face broke into a heart-stopping smile as she turned over the last card.
Ten of hearts.
His jaw dropped as he stared at the cards placed on the table. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
Emma leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her bare chest. “I think you owe me a pair of jeans, sir.”
Shane blew out a breathy laugh. “I think I just got hustled.”
Emma shrugged, the movement causing her breasts to taunt him. “Luck of the draw, my friend.”
Shane couldn’t believe her luck, but stood. “A bet is a bet.”
“Yes, it is.” Her eyes were trained and hungry on where his hands lay on the top button of his jeans. She licked her lips when he unbuttoned the top button.
