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Delia knows how to push my buttons, though.
I’m a sucker for a high-stakes challenge—especially when it’s coming from my playful, off-limits, and dangerously fuckable step-brat.
I look at the dealer and split my hands, pushing the chips evenly on all of them.
The businessman starts to sweat, his pile of chips thinning down to dregs.
He stares at me suspiciously like I’ve lost my mind, and ups his own bet, while the dealer just throws the same cryptic smile at everyone.
The first cards are Aces, one in each hand.
Fucking great.
I quickly survey the scene, do some math, and tap the table for another hit.
Fuck this.
I’m not falling for the wishful thinking that Lady Luck might actually give a damn about me tonight.
Five more seconds.
The dealer finishes dealing and winds up with a queen and a seven.
Feels like it’s too good to be true.
Mr. Businessman goes bust, swearing under his breath—and then Mr. Dealer comes up short.
I’m staring at a king and an ace in both hands.
Perfect twenty-one.
Delia bolts up in her seat and squeals, pulling on my shoulder with both hands, her little nails digging into my skin like the cat who broke into the catnip jar.
With a placating look, the dealer passes me my winnings, and I throw a single chip back for a tip.
I’m smart enough to know when to walk away.
The winnings piling up in crisp Benjamins when I cash in are like half a mission’s hazard pay. Delia laughs as I struggle to fit it all in my wallet.
I can’t, so I stuff the excess into both pockets.
We head to the nearest ATM to deposit what I can’t carry.
It’s never wise to wander around here openly, flush with cash, especially after dark.
“Holy shit! Holy shit, Chris, what will you do with all that moolah?”
“Thank my lucky charm, first and foremost,” I tell her with a wink.
It takes her a second to understand I’m talking abouther.
And maybe it’s the humid air in the casino, but there’s a light, sexy glow to her under the lights, this gentle halo of sweat on her brow that makes her skin shimmer.
Fuck it, why resist?
It’s a lonely spot next to the cash machines where I corner her, push her against the wall, and swipe my lips over hers.
A guttural rasp spills from my mouth into hers.
