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“But I had a full house!” she wails, throwing her cards down on the table.
I can’t drag her away from the table when she’s so distressed about the game. Abandoning my search for coffee, I move around behind her as Connor deals the next hand. Leaning over her shoulder, my breath slides over her ear, and she shivers.
“Mo chroí,” I breathe, “ye need to work on yer poker face.”
“I don’t know how to do that,” she squirms, her voice breathy.
“It’s easy.” I move closer, sliding my lips up along the outer shell of her ear, my tongue darting out, drawing a shudder from her. “D’ye remember when ye didn’t know I loved ye?”
“Mm-hmm.” Lauren nods, pressing her thighs together tightly as she squirms. If my dick wasn’t hard before, now it rivals fucking steel.
“And ye didn’t want me to know how ye felt?”
I glower at the thought. Lauren should always want me to know how she feels. I need to know what’s going on inside her head at all times so I can keep her safe and loved.
She’s still squirming, nodding at my words. Now isn’t the time to get distracted. I have a goal in mind.
“How did ye hide how ye felt when I was around?”
“I don’t know.” She frowns, sounding frustrated.
Well, I fucking tried, didn’t I? Annoyed now, she snatches up her cards, still frowning fiercely. So much for helping her and not dragging her away from the table, frustrated at her skills. Sighing, I pull a chair over, dropping into it and tugging her closer so my legs stretch out around her and I’m looking at the side of her face.
“Just focus on the game,” I murmur. Lauren shivers again as my fingertips trace along her thigh at the hem of her dress, skating over the bare flesh pebbling beneath them.
“If your hand goes up her dress, I’m fucking out,” Connor snaps. I flip him off, sliding my lips along the underside of her jaw while she plays the game.
My fingertips swirl random patterns at her hem, creeping down to the inside of her thigh, and my tongue mimics those patterns down the side of her neck. Right as my hand is sliding up underneath her skirt, Lauren jolts and squeals.
“I won!”
Lauren turns and throws her arms around my neck, pressing her lips hard against mine in celebration.
“Ha!” she looks over to mock Connor, who scrunches his nose in disgust.
“You only won because Paddy distracted you so much that you’re tells disappeared,” he bitches.
“Is that against the rules?” she asks innocently, and he glowers at her.
“No,” he growls. “But it’s a cheap shot.”
I flip him off as Niall strolls into the kitchen. Fuck. I thought I had more time.
“Five minutes,” I tell him. He nods, moving to the coffee maker that I never got to.
I stand, tugging Lauren out of the room. We don’t go far, just into the parlor on the other side of the hall so that I can fuck her quick and dirty up against the wall.
My lips tease the hollow of Lauren’s throat as I lift her, slamming my dick into her. Moaning, her mouth drops open, her legs hook around my waist, her fingers tightening at my shoulders.
“Yes, Paddy.”
I wish we had more time, but the excitement on her face when she finally beat Connor in a hand was worth having to do this fast. My thumb finds her clit, grinding against it as I hammer into her.
“I need ye to come fast,mo chroí.”
“Yes, Paddy.”
That’s a good girl. I keep grinding my thumb, pumping into her. Lauren’s hips are bucking, and her pussy flutters around my dick. Thank fuck, she’s close.
