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He’s got two queens in his hand to match the one on the table.
I had no fucking chance.
I flip over mine. I’ve got shit, but we knew that already.
He stands up from the table. The end of the cigarette in his mouth glows a bright shade of red.
“Ooops. Looks like I’ve lost.” I bat my eyelashes at him like I’m some innocent college girl.
We both know I’m not, but I can see his cock twitch underneath his pants when I do it.
He puts out his cigarette, and I put out mine.
Lock’s rough hands take mine, and I’m pulled up out of my seat.
His eyes notice the small puddle on the faux leather.
I hear this hushed growl come from his lips. It’s like lust and desire in a single noise.
Everything in my body from the tits down clenches.
If he makes that fucking noise again, my ovaries are going to explode like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
He pulls me away from the table. It seems that neither one of us give a shit about the pile of chips we leave behind.
The chips. The money. The ring. None of that matters right now.
Clothes need to come off, and I need to feel him.
We pass by Mysti and her ladyboy. I give the two a quick look. Mysti is losing money fast. She’s pouting and whining—which is usual when things don’t go her way—but her new companion is trying to keep her spirits up.
Percy is sitting on the lap of some old Thai guy in a pricey-looking suit. I don’t catch much of what they’re talking about, but I’m pretty sure that the guy is offering Percy money to marry him.
Like a lot of money.
Like seven figures kind of money.
The most important thing about it all is that they are so wrapped up in their own little worlds that it will give Lock and me some time alone without them barging in on us.
Lock and I find ourselves in the back of the gambling den.
“In here.”
He pulls back this sheer curtain, and my eyes feast upon this tiny hooka den. There are throw pillows everywhere, there’s a small velvet loveseat with no arms, and—of course—a small table with a fancy glass bong on it that’s ready to be used.
We shut the curtain behind us and make it about half a step before we crash into each other’s arms.
Lock’s hands slip down over my back, and he grabs my ass with authority.
Our tongues slide against each other’s.
It’s a mix of Singha, cobra tequila, and cigarettes all rolled into one. Most days it would be enough to make me want to vomit.
Tonight, it’s the sexiest fucking taste to ever exist. Next to his cock, anyway.
I’m lifted up into his arms. They make me feel safe and horny all at the same time. It’s quite the dichotomy.
I feel weightless for a moment as he tosses me down onto the velvet couch. It gives way under my weight, and its softness feels amazing on my skin.
Before me, Lock is undoing his pants.
I slide the straps of my dress down over my shoulders and bare myself to him.
The sound of his zipper coming undone has my mouth watering.
The sight of his cock, throbbing before me, makes me lick my lips in hunger.
“Time to pay up.”
Fucking gladly.
