Page 79 of Secret Seduction

I rolled my eyes. “If you want me to see you naked, all you have to do is strip. No need to lose in blackjack.”

“I’ve been getting better, and tonight, you’ll be the one getting naked. And knowing it’s from me winning will make it that much sweeter.” Lorenzo rubbed his hands together and waggled his brows.

“Wild Card,” Lorenzo says, snapping me from my thoughts, “clothes off.”

I snort out a laugh and take off my shirt, leaving me in my bra, panties, and shorts since I already removed each of my socks.

“Damn, I love that bra.” Lorenzo reaches over and pinches my nipple through the see-through material of my bra. “Let’s go again. The thought of playing cards with you topless has me nearly hard.”

He deals, and after we both pick up cards and then agree to stay, we show our hands.

“Fuck yeah.” Lorenzo grins. “Take that sexy bra off.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d rigged this game.” I stand and unbutton my shorts, refusing to give him what he wants—my breasts on display.

“What can I say? Luck is on my side tonight.” He reaches out and hooks his arm around my ass, pulling me into his lap.

“Lorenzo!” I whisper-yell, not wanting to risk waking up Leo. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the show.” He peppers wet, hot kisses along my collarbone while massaging circles into my ass.

“I’m pretty sure show implies you’re watching, not touching.”

“This is one of those interactive shows,” he quips, making me laugh.

“Well, in that case, I think I should charge.” I grind against his hard length, and he groans. “If you want to touch, you’ll need to pay up.”

“Anything,” he says, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “I’ll pay any-fucking-thing.”

“Take off your shirt.”

He lifts his shirt over his head and drops it onto the floor.

And that’s all it takes for us to forget about our cards and get lost in each other.

Lorenzo lays me out on the table, the playing cards scattering all over the place. He grabs one that didn’t fall and glides the edge down my collarbone, stopping at the swells of my breasts.

“Lift.”

I do as he said, and he expertly unlatches my bra, yanking it off and chucking it to the side.

“You have the sexiest tits,” he muses, running the playing card over one.

When he gets to my erect nipple, he scrapes it across the hardened peak, causing me to squirm in pleasure.

“I have fantasies about these pretty pink nipples,” he murmurs, grazing the card over the other one.

He drags the playing card down my torso and stops at the seam of my panties. After yanking them down my legs, he parts my folds and gently glides the playing card between them.

“Hey!” I hiss. “I’d rather not get a paper cut.”

“I would never do anything to hurt you,” he says, bringing the now-glistening card to his face. He slides it between his lips and makes a show of tasting my juices. “Delicious.” He brings the card up to his nose and inhales. “Do you have any idea how good you smell? Now, every time we play cards, I’ll be wondering which one smells like your perfect cunt.”

He drops the card onto the table, spreads my pussy lips once more, and then eats me until I’m screaming his name. When I’ve come once on his tongue and another time on his fingers, he fucks me on the table, making me come once more.

And the entire time, I can’t help but think about what he said a few minutes ago … that he would pay any amount to be with me. And I wonder what being together is really costing us.

For me, it’s my heart. And when it’s all said and done, will I be able to pay the hefty price?