Page 113 of Forgotten Promise

“It is,” Benjamin assured him.

“You can’t buy people… I don’t even know why I’m bothering to say this.”

“Are you seriously bribing him to love you?” Kailani meant it to be teasing, but it came out too serious.

“If that’s what it takes.”

“That’s not how love works,” John said.

“Fine. Maybe not.” Benjamin grinned, and damn he had a sexy, good smile. “But you like the car.”

John pointed at him with a chip. “I’ll fuck you for the car. Fuck you, not love you. Gotta have a line.”

“Hmm, sex for a car, that’s a fun game. Can I watch?” Again, she tried for teasing, but it came out serious.

“You want to watch Benjamin and me together?” John asked. He was close enough that, below the table, his knee brushed hers.

“Yes. I want to see who’d be on top.” Kailani’s libido was screaming at her to drag these two into a closet.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to demand anything, since you’re out of money,” Benjamin said.

“What?” Kailani looked down to see the table in front of her empty. She’d had plenty of chips…

“You stole my chips,” she said softly, not wanting to accidentally cause an incident in the casino. They wouldn’t like her explanation that Benjamin was just playing around. She smiled at their croupier, to whom Benjamin must have paid a fortune for him to both ignore what they were saying and to allow them to pause this much. He had a bland “I’m not even here, I certainly can’t hear you” expression on his face.

Benjamin looked down at the stacks of two clearly different-colored chips in front of him. “Hmm, nope, both mine. But I’ll loan you money.”

“Oh?”

“Not a loan,” John said. “How about you just pay her for services rendered…or to be rendered.”

They both looked over at John, who was clearly feeling the drinks.

“You two started it,” he muttered.

Benjamin selected five of her chips, holding them out to her. “Want these?”

“Depends. What do I have to do to get them?”

“You’re going to let my boyfriend put a plug in your ass.”

Kailani choked on air.

“Subtle,” John told Benjamin. “You’re just so subtle.”

“Do you want subtle?” Benjamin leaned forward. “Or, do you want to take her to a private room, bend her over a craps table, pull up that sexy dress of hers, and fuck her pretty ass with a plug?”

Kailani had her legs crossed at the ankle, but now she went to cross them at the knee, wanting to squeeze her thighs together. Benjamin grabbed her knee, stopping her.

“Then,” he murmured to John, “push her dress back down and take her around the casino, making her walk, knowing with every step she’s got that plug in her ass.”

“Benjamin,” she breathed in warning. “Tonight isn’t about me.”

“What is it about?” John asked, his hand on her chin forcing her to face him. With Benjamin’s hand still on her knee under the table, she was pulled between them.

“You,” she said. It was time to stop pretending that they didn’t know one another. “It’s about trying to win you back, starting with a redo of our first-time meeting. The woman I’ve been when I’m around you…it’s not who I am. Not who I can be.”

“I don’t know about all that,” John said after a moment, studying her face.

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