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“Tate…”
I ignored her, pretending to be absorbed in the game. In reality, with the heavy wooden lip of the table covering my movements, I traveled northerly, to her luscious mound.
Kiki bit back a smile. I knew that despite her protestations of manners she was loving the thrill of the moment as much as I was. We were at work, and I was about to slip a finger inside her.
The dealer called for bets, and I entered Kiki.
She inhaled a deep breath, grasping her cards for dear life as I stroked her walls, feeling her juices dampen my hand.
“What’ll you bet, ma’am?” the dealer asked.
Kiki stammered out, “I’ll bet… um…”
She looked to me, confused and aroused.
I dumped some more chips on her side of the table, then said to the dealer, “She’ll bet five thousand.”
“I will?”
In response, I increased the speed of my fingering, and Kiki’s protestations fell away like dust in the wind.
“Five thousand,” she agreed, a flush beginning to spread across her chest.
I never wanted to leave her body. I could feel her pulsing around my forefinger, squeezing me deeper in. I slid a second finger into her, and Kiki made a tiny noise. Nobody at the table seemed to notice, or if they did, they were polite enough to ignore it.
As the rest of the players made their bets, I took my hand out of Kiki and laid a finger on her clit.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered through gritted teeth.
I leaned over to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Do you like this?”
“Yeah,” she admitted, a slight glow dampening her hairline. “Don’t stop.”
Everyone had placed their bets, and the dealer laid out the river. I was finger fucking Kiki like we were all alone, in the privacy of my home. I would make her scream.
The dealer went around one more time, taking a second round of bets, beginning with Kiki.
“Bet it all,” I told Kiki. “It’s my money, and I want you to play big.”
She looked reluctant, so I pressed down on her pearl, forcing her into submission.
“Okay,” she managed to say. “I’ll bet it all.”
She slid the chips in with shaky hands, and the dealer turned to the other players.
Every single one of them folded.
Kiki flipped over her cards — she didn’t even have a pair.
“You win it all,” the dealer said, pushing the enormous mountain of chips to Kiki, whose eyes practically bugged out of her skull.
I made a last final push, furiously thrumming at Kiki’s clit.
“Holy shit!” she screamed, her fingers gripping the table and eyes slamming shut.
I felt her orgasm through the tips of my fingers, all the way down to my cock, which was hard just from watching her writhe in pleasure.
“Somebody’s happy,” the dealer laughed, though she seemed to be referring to Kiki’s big win.
Kiki came down in a long, slow breath, pushing her hair back, chest heaving with the effort of all her muscles squeezing at once.
“Are you serious?” she finally said, referring to the pile.
The dealer nodded, and the other players looked miffed but took their losses on the chin.
“Sure am, sweetie,” the woman confirmed. “You’re the big winner.”
Kiki glanced at me. “Can we play again?”
“Of course we can.”
She clapped her hands together with the eagerness of a schoolgirl, cash swimming before her eyes.
“I’m in,” she told the dealer.
One of the players nodded to me.
Okay so… I have a very small confession to make. Totally minor, not a big deal at all.
I may have, uh, been a little fast and loose with the truth.
See, the idea of playing poker hadn’t just randomly come to me. In fact, I’d been planning it all morning.
After Kiki had left — and I’d received that asinine call from Mac — I felt horrible about how I’d accidentally cheated her out of a million dollars — or, according to Mac, six-hundred thousand. But she wouldn’t take money directly from me, because apparently, that muddied our budding romance.
So I’d been forced to take matters into my own hands.
I’d devised a quick little plan — I’d hire some staff who worked in different parts of Dazzlers than Kiki — think maid service, concierge, et cetera, and the movie star was an old friend of my father who I asked to join us as she owed me a favor or two, have them sit down at a predetermined table in the high-rollers room, and then casually mention to Kiki that I felt like playing a round. Then, the hired help would all purposefully lose the game, thus giving Kiki the money in a way that didn’t make her feel like she was being paid off.
It had gone exactly according to plan.
I’m not an evil genius, more of a… a friendly genius. A philanthropic genius.
Shit, I’d called it ‘philanthropy.’ That wasn’t right, she wasn’t a charity case. She was just a friend — or something more — who I was trying to pay back for the money I had robbed her of. That wasn’t charity, it was settling a debt.
