Page 141 of Bad Love

I stare at my cards, careful not to hold my breath. Oh yeah. This is the whale I've been waitingfor.

I lead off the betting nice and easy, tossing in a couple chips. I'm a little light after the past few hands. Probably because playing poker with Kendall is a distraction. I'm always half watching her. Thinking how damn beautiful she is. How cute it is that she thinks she can beatme.

How I'll punish her—or reward her—if shedoes.

The women opt out one at atime.

After the cards have been turned up, it's just Nellie andme.

He flashes teeth as he slides the rest of his chips to the center of the table. "All in." His gaze drops to my remaining chips, which aren't enough to match his. "Too rich for you,Hunter?"

Shit. We're playing for small stakes, but I can't make up thedifference.

Kendall leans over. "Do you have it?" I nod, and she pushes a stack of her chips into the center with a smile. "It's onme."

"You can't do that," Nellieprotests.

"House rules," Kendallsays.

Pride fills me, and I gesture to the penthouse with a grin. "My house, myrules."

"Bullshit. But I'll take her money too." Nellie flips his cards. "Full house. Kings over jacks.Well?"

I slowly turn my hand. "Straight flush.Hearts."

A cheer goes up from everyone except for Nellie, whose eyes drift shut as he slumps in hischair.

Kendall shifts out of her seat to press a kiss to my mouth. "You're a good bet,Hunter."

I grin. "Thanks,Peach."

The thing is…I'm counting onit.

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It'slate by the time the group clears out. Rory's in the roomy second bedroom, passed out after three hours with Chef Anton. I don't know whether that or the prospect of a sleepover excited himmore.

After we shut the door on the last of our friends, I take Kendall's hand, tugging her down the hall of the penthousesuite.

"You must be exhausted," sheteases.

"Uh-huh. All that winning has me beat." I shut the door of the master bedroom, then lift her and carry her to thebed.

She shifts out from under me, kneeling in front of the bed. Ah,fuck.

She reaches for the zipper of my pants, then stops,frowning.

"What's wrong?" Iask.

"I banged my knee against something." Kendall reaches under thebed.

My brain takes a second to click into gear given all my blood's in my dick.Shit.

She gasps as she holds up a box filled with clear packages. "Logan? Why is there a box of vibrators under thebed?"

"Just onebox?"

Realization dawns on her face. "How many did youorder?"

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