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I frown, laying my two aces down face up. Connor’s eyes dart to them, and he smirks.
“What’s a tell?”
Connor picks all the cards up, doing the waterfall shuffle again. “A tell is something you do with your face or body that gives away if you have a good or bad hand.”
“Oh. You read it on my face?”
“I did.” He seems very smug at the idea. Sighing, I reach for the cards, dealing a hand. Jack of clubs, seven of hearts. Okay. Not bad. I school my face into a neutral expression.
I search Connor’s face, but it’s a blank, impassive mask. Narrowing my eyes, I watch him as I flip over the fourth card. His eyes take it in but…nothing.
“I can’t tell if you have a good or bad hand. What’re your tells?”
Connor smirks, shaking his head at me. “Oh, no,leannán. That’s not how it works. Ye need to learn to read my tells on your own.”
Boo. I flip over the fifth card. I have a pair of sevens. That’s not very good. We place our cards down. Shit. Connor has two pair. His fingers drum on the table as I sigh, grasping my hem and drawing my sweater over my head. It flutters to the ground as Connor’s heated eyes stare at my breasts.
His gaze flits back up to meet mine, a grin crossing his face as he swallows. “I’m enjoying this game,leannán.”
“I bet you are,” I grumble. Connor chuckles, shuffling the cards and dealing a hand.
In less than an hour, I’m sitting in the dining room wearing only my bra, panties, and a single sock, while Connor has only lost his jacket and belt.
Those were sheer luck because I forgot some rules and thought I had terrible hands when I had a flush and four of a kind.
I’m going to lose this hand. I know I am. But I have a plan. Sure enough, when we put our cards down, and Connor explains why he won and I lost, he smirks at me, his eyes dipping to my sock-clad foot.
Yeah, I figured he would think I would take my sock off next to preserve my modesty for a little longer. Not happening. I think it’s time to put my plan into action.
When I make no move to bend down to remove my sock, his eyes dart back up, widening as I reach behind me to unsnap my bra. I think my plan might be working.
His eyes greedily drink in the sight of my breasts, my nipples pebbling under his heated gaze. I giggle as I throw my bra at him. It lands on top of his shoulder. He growls. Like, actually growls, which makes me feel wicked desirable. It takes almost a whole minute before he swallows roughly, dragging his eyes back up to meet mine.
“Your deal,” I beam at him, turning my attention to the table.
CONNOR
Andie smugly smirks as she deliberately avoids my gaze by staring at the table. Mechanically, I start dealing out the next hand, shifting in my seat as I do so.
I’ve been fucking hard for the last thirty-five minutes since she took off her damn shirt. But fuck me, now I’m almost in pain. As she reaches for her cards, her tits sway, and the hardened nipple of one brushes against the table. I groan, biting down on my knuckle.
My eyes keep dipping to her tits as she fidgets and moves around, her perky tits bouncing around with her.
“I win!” she giggles. What? I blink, staring at the hands we threw onto the table. Yeah, she did win. She got a full house.
When she claps in excitement, her tits bounce around again. I can’t stop staring at them as I slowly unbutton my vest, shrugging out of it and throwing it to the other end of the table with her pile of clothes, my belt, and jacket.
Andie deals and I try to pay more attention, but every time she flips over a card, her nipples brush against the table, and I’m fucking mesmerized.
“I win again!” she squeals, bouncing around in excitement as I kick off one of my shoes. Whatever. Let’s play the next hand. I want to see those tits bounce around some more.
I lose my other shoe and socks before I cop on to what she’s doing. She’s distracting me deliberately, the sneaky little minx. Forcing myself to keep my eyes on her face for the entire next hand, I win.
I lick my lips, but she doesn’t lean forward to take off her remaining sock. Instead, Andie stands, and my mouth is drier than a desert as she shimmies out of her panties. Missing out on her bouncing tits was worth it for this moment.
Picking them up, she holds them out to me. I snatch them off her, shoving them into my pocket, licking my lips again as my eyes zero in on her pussy.
When she moves to sit back down, I can see a slight trail of wetness on the inside of her thighs. She’s been sitting there, fuckingturned onthis whole time. Jesus. Fuck.
