Page 59 of Jackpot Joker

Holy fuck, I was wrong. There is definitely something good to be seen as Dario stands in front of me with no shirt on. His impeccable abs are on full display, and I can see the two Joker cards on his chest clearly, where I’ve only been able to glimpse a peek before. I find relief when my eyes reach his waist and see he isn’t entirely bare before me, but it goes away quickly when he shifts in his gray sweatpants, displaying an impressive erection that has my mouth watering.

“Jasmine? Are you sure you’re all right?”

I look up at him, admiring his concern, but quickly growing annoyed when I see that stupid, handsome smirk on his face. He definitely caught me ogling his body.

“I’m tired. So if it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll go to bed now. You should do the same.”

I go to close the door, but his strong hand grips it, forcing the wood to remain in place. “You sound like you need something to help you sleep.”

Yup. An orgasm. But not from you. “I can manage.”

“Well, I’m wide awake, and since you’re awake, how about we play a little game?”

My nose crinkles. “I’ve already told you I don’t know how to play those games.”

“I have another game in mind.”

“What is it?”

His smile spreads, and even through the darkness, I can see how perfect it is. “Make Jasmine come.”

“Straight to jail. Get out. Now. I’m going to bed.”

I turn my back on him, but his chuckle tells me he isn’t retreating. “Come on, Jaz, I own a casino. We can make a bet.”

Something about the way he shortens my name has my body tingling. “What exactly would we be betting?”

He smiles as though he’s caught me in his trap. “If I can’t give you at least one orgasm tonight, then I’ll end my pursuit. I’ll stop all advances, and our relationship will become strictly professional.”

“And if you do?” I ask, worried about the answer, but since I don’t want him to know that, I tack on, “Not that you will.”

Dario steps closer, close enough to tuck a golden lock of hair behind my ear. “When I win,” he leans down so his mouth is where his hand just traveled, “and I always win, then you promise to go to Inferno with me. For one night. As mine. Completely.”

I shudder as he takes my earlobe into his mouth and nips at it. When he pulls away, I back up, my thighs hitting the edge of the bed.

“What would we do at Inferno?”

His smile widens, and he adjusts himself. “We’d revisit the room I took you to that first night. You made me crawl to you; I think it’s only fair you do the same.”

I gulp, glancing back at the bed and seeing my pouch of toys. I could easily send him on his way and take care of the job myself. But something tells me an orgasm from Dario would feel so much better. Not that I’m going to let that happen.

“I have conditions.”

His tongue darts over his lips. “I bet you do.”

“You can’t use your dick,” I shout and then wince, hoping everyone else in the bed-and-breakfast is sound asleep.

Dario claimed he was dangerous, but I never truly believed it until now, when he looks at me with evil desire in his eyes. “I recall you saying you’d fuck this before you would ever fuck me. Thought we’d go ahead and get that over with now.”

I stare at the banana in Dario’s hand and gulp. “That was a joke.”

“So you’d rather fuck me?”

I shake my head. “No, that’s not what I mean. But you can’t use a banana. How is that even supposed to work? Besides, I could get an infection. Then I’d be out of work. Your family would be mad. It’s a lose-lose situation.”

“Jasmine.”

“Yeah?”