Page 19 of The Mobster’s Prize

I had better.

“Guess you win.” And I guess it’s time to take off my clothes.

First, I stand, deciding to remove my pants. I start to slide them down and his brow cocks.

“You aren’t going to remove a sock first?”

Nope. I’m stripping naked.

“And risk my feet being cold? No.”

I step out of them, tossing them to the side, standing in nothing but his shirt, underwear, and knee-high wool socks. Thankfully, I don’t have a bra on. And that’s exactly where his eyes are staring.

I go to lift the hem when his words halt me, making me fight back a laugh.

“It’s only one piece of clothing if you fold.”

“Really? I thought it was whatever the wager was?”

“No,” he grits, shaking his head, his brow starting to break out in a sweat. I’m incredibly impressed by his restraint. Most men would beg to be in the presence of a naked woman. Especially when they hold all the power. He’s clearly forgotten I’m his captive and he can do anything he wants to me. He could force his dick down my throat every day, and I wouldn’t have a choice but to swallow.

Another shiver rocks through as the image appears.

God, I want to suck on him.

“My deal.” He grabs the cards. Shuffling, then dealing. Giving me two crappy cards.

This round, I’m staying in. I’ll fake him out, raise the stakes, and then I’ll be the one forced to take off everything.

“Are you going to call or raise?” he asks.

I’m going all in.

“I’ll raise you every piece of clothing you’re wearing.”

I have absolutely nothing in my hand, and when we lay our cards down, he’ll see that he’s won.

“I’ll take that bet.”

He must have a good hand. I can see it in his eyes. I also see those eyes roaming over my legs. I’d be happy to spread them for him, then he’ll see what he’s doing to me.

He deals the next card, and his teeth sink down into his lower lip. My body feels flushed. Pulse racing. Can’t we just quit with the games? I feel like my entire body is being licked by those flames in the fireplace. It’s getting so hot in here.

“I fold,” he states, breathing hard, and my eyes snap up. He’s staring at my hard nipples. Lungs heaving.

I can’t take any more. I want him to rip my clothes off.

He reaches for one of his socks and tugs it off, and I nearly throw my cards at him, letting out a groan.

“Thought you’d be happy that you won that round?”

I won’t be happy until his dick is inside me.

“I didn’t really win. You just chickened out.”

That angry scowl firmly plants itself back on his face. It looks like he doesn’t like being called out on the truth.

“What’s the matter, Pooky? Why so tense?”