Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“Come on. The party’s getting started and I didn’t wear all these layers for nothing.” Marcus swings a scarf around his neck. “It’s time to start taking it off. Taking it all off.” He winks at me.
“Jesus.” I roll my eyes and head for the door.
Time for Kira and me to make a quick exit.
Except by the time Marcus and I stride into the central club room, it’s to find Kira in her bra, underwear, and a beret, facing down a table of mostly still-dressed folks. The only ones more naked than her are Caleb, who’s in his boxers, and Anna, who’s already completely naked and lounging on Domhn’s lap again.
“I fuckin’ swear,” I mutter as I stride to Kira’s side. “I leave you alone for twenty minutes and look what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
Kira glances up at me, cards held close to her chest. “Feel free to take a seat. They’ll deal you in the next round.”
“Wouldn’t be fair,” I say. “I’d have you stripped naked in a couple rounds.”
She arches a sexy little eyebrow at me. “How much you wanna bet?”
I have to admit, Kira’s better than I expected. But that just shows what an idiot I am, underestimating her at anything.
Forty-five minutes later, it’s just her and me at our table playing heads-up. Everyone else either watches or drifts off with the people from other tables who ended up naked to seek more enjoyable activities. Pleasured noises come from around the club, along with the rhythmic thwack thwack thwack of a flogger off to my right. I try not to let it mess with my concentration.
I need to decide whether or not to go all in on this hand and wipe Kira completely off the table. As if the other noises around the room aren’t distracting enough, Kira wearing nothing but those little panties in public is doing a number on my focus. She definitely has me at a disadvantage, considering half my blood is in my cock that’s rock-hard and all but busting out of the jeans I’ve still got on.
Lucky for me, I was right about Kira and her poker face. She has a giant tell when she bluffs. She bites down on her bottom lip for just a second before she tells a whopper.
As I watch her now, pushing all her chips to the center of the table and smiling broadly at me, it’s so brief I almost miss it. The barest bite of her top tooth on her bottom lip before she’s all grins again. She looks at me confidently, almost taunting.
“All in.” She leans forward with her elbows on the table in a way that makes her boobs bounce jauntily, nipples puckered. Well hello. She’s bringing out all the stops to distract me, isn’t she? She really wants this bluff to work.
I pause and look at my cards as if I’m actually considering. She doesn’t know what I have, and she could possibly still have something better than my jacks high.
In the pile are a jack of spades, a king of hearts, a nine of hearts, and a three of hearts. I’ve got a queen and a jack in my hand. If she’s bluffing, I should get a jacks high, if nothing else. But I’ve been watching, and there’s a fair chance that the last river card pulled will be—
“All in,” I announce. Kira’s satisfied smile only pushes my own grin higher as I shove in all my chips.
The dealer slaps down the last river card—an eight of hearts, just like I hoped for. Completing my straight.
“Ha!” I yell. “Strip it all off, Red.”
I lay my straight on the table, cards facing up.
Kira looks at my hand and breathes out, all the air seeming to swoop out of her lungs in one great gust. Her head hangs for a moment.
I reach out a hand and touch her forearm. “I was just kidding. You don’t have to get naked. We can go now.”
But that just makes her slap her own cards to the table, face down. Then like always, she does the last thing I expect.
She climbs up onto the table itself and there, in front of God and the entire club, starts to shimmy her underwear down her hips. She doesn’t just push them down her legs and let them drop, either.
No, she spreads her legs and bends over, moving them down her thighs inch by inch, until her hands are flat on the table. As she accomplishes this feat of stretching, her eyes catch mine from between her legs and her bent-over position. She smirks at me, glistening pussy right in my face.
Fuck. Me.
“Want to stay and play?” she whispers.
Actually, I want to take her out to the back seat of that infuriatingly small car of hers and fuck her brains out. But Caleb wouldn’t look too kindly on that. The cops have busted members more than once for fucking in public on club property, and the parking lot counts.