He tips his head back like he’s trying to show considerable restraint, which just makes me grin. Riling him up really is the best thing ever.
“But first…” I go on, letting a single finger hook beneath his belt as I step forward and place my lips right in front of his, so that he can feel the words come out of my mouth. “I want to beat your ass at poker.”
I move away quick as a whip and start striding like a hot badass towards the poker tables. Warren curses under his breath, but he catches up to me in just three steps. He’s a quick greyhound, I’ll give him that.
He lets his hand once again settle against me, but this time, it’s placed possessively over my ass. “You’re going to have to pay for that later, Miss Valentine,” he says low against the shell of my ear, causing a little thrill to skate down my neck. Every time he calls me Miss Valentine, my sweet treat goes all gooey in the center.
“Looking forward to it, Mr. Knight.”
He bites his lip, and the move is so damn erotic that I almost say forget poker altogether. But then he leads me up to an open table and pulls out a chair for me to sit, and I tell myself that good things come to those who wait. Emphasis on the come.
He takes a seat next to me, letting his thigh rest against mine, because he’s apparently already started his teasing punishment.
Two more people sit down, one guy with a cowboy hat on, and another older man who looks like he hasn’t left this casino since 1972. He has sunless skin and cigarette eyes and a combover that probably doesn’t move even when he showers. And I can tell by the look on his face that he wants to sweep the floor with me, preferably catching poker chips in the dustbin as he does so.
Meanwhile, the cowboy hat dude keeps ogling my breasts. Warren goes all alpha on me, by suddenly gripping my chin, tilting my head towards him, and locking onto my mouth in a clearly possessive move.
His tongue plunges into my mouth without remorse, and he keeps his hold on my chin, angling me exactly the way he wants.
Even in my limited experience, there’s something I’ve learned about Warren. When he kisses me, he doesn’t just do it for the taste or the feeling. He does it to dominate. To consume. To take me over like a wayward demon, filling me with sinful fire as he devours my very being.
And the thing I’ve learned about me? I like it. A lot.
Chapter 24
Warren
“How the fuck did you just do that?”
I look over at the pink-haired vixen, and I’m both surprised and impressed.
The corner of Trix’s mouth quirks up. “I’ve got skills, you know?”
“I do now,” I say, shaking my head as I watch the other two players at the poker table stand up to leave, grumbling as they go.
The man wearing the cowboy hat stopped looking at Trix like she was a cupcake he wanted to bite into right around the third hand, when it was clear she wasn’t having beginner’s luck. The other man cursed under his breath at her audacity for beating him.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t have been prouder. She was fucking good. This girl has a poker face like you wouldn’t imagine.
I stand up while she gathers the chips into a pile, and th
e dealer hands her a bag to toss them into. Even he looks impressed with her.
When she’s finished, she stands up, slightly wobbly from the heels she’s still wearing. Those things have got to be hurting her feet, but they make her ass stick out phenomenally and make her legs look ridiculously long, so there won’t be any complaints from me.
Taking her hand, we head over to the cashier, where Trix turns in her chips for cash. She walks away with a very impressive stack, and hands me the five hundred I’d let her play with earlier, but I wave her off. “Keep it,” I tell her.
“Okay, but can you hold it? I don’t have a purse. Or pockets. Or adequate room to shove it in my bra. My boobs are spilling out of this thing as it is,” she says, looking down at her cleavage.
She’s right. I don’t think there’s an inch of room in there.
“One wrong move, and these babies will just pop right out.”
I chuckle and take it for her, placing the cash in my pocket. “As much as I want to see that, I’d prefer we were alone,” I tell her.
A pretty blush creeps over her cheeks, but rather than tease her more, I hold her hand again and change the subject. “Where did you learn to play poker like that?”
I’ll admit, even I assumed she was going to lose. But once again, Trix surprised me.