Page 114 of Forgotten Promise

Kailani’s stomach fell. It was too late. They’d fucked up too badly, and John wouldn’t come back. Beside her, Benjamin stiffened.

“But maybe,” John said, “that’s because all I can think about is getting my hands on the two of you.”

Kailani exhaled. They needed to talk, but maybe they needed to touch one another, reconnect, more.

John leaned in, brushing his lips against the corner of her mouth. It was fleeting, not enough, and then he sat back.

“Do you want these chips?” Benjamin jiggled them in his cupped fingers, mocking her.

Kailani raised her chin. “Yes.”

“You remember the price?”

“I do.” She took the chips. “Safe bet, since I doubt you have a plug and lube in your tux pocket.”

“I don’t,” he conceded. “The toys are in a briefcase in the car.”

She and John both stared at Benjamin.

“Is he joking?” John asked.

“I can’t tell.”

“You should be able to tell. He’s your ex.”

“Well, he’s your boyfriend,” she shot back, with the same teasing tone.

“Place your bets,” Benjamin said.

Kailani lost all five chips with one drop of the roulette ball.

“Want more?” Benjamin asked, holding up her chips.

“Yes.”

Benjamin passed the stack to John. “You’ll have to ask him what you can do to earn them.”

John looked down at the chips in his hand. “Normally, I’d say I’m a good person.”

“Fuck being a good person,” Benjamin said.

“A shocking opinion from you, really.” Kailani just barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes.

“I don’t care if other people think I’m a good person. What matters is protecting and providing for the people you love.”

“Providing for someone doesn’t have to mean this…” John gestured at their night-dark view of the Mediterranean.

“True, but if you can, why not?”

Kailani put a hand on John’s arm. “Why are you doubting you’re a good person?”

“Because of the things I want to make you do, in order to earn these.”

Kailani’s body throbbed with arousal. “I’ll say no, if I don’t want to do them. You’re not forcing me.”

John looked pointedly at the croupier. Benjamin asked in French for him to get them some water. The man didn’t leave the table, he couldn’t, but he shifted as far away as possible, leaning back against the glass wall and waving to a server.

John set down a stack of chips. “For these, you have to fuck Benjamin. I want to see what happens. If you two are as…aggressive…with one another in bed as you can be out of bed.”

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