Admit You Need Me (Irresistible Billionaires 4)

“Oh what? We can't do that, this isn't Vegas. We are in the middle of nowhere. We don't have any chips.”

“We can make do,” I said, looking around the room. There didn't seem to be anything we could use to play with, but then another idea struck, an idea so good, I should have stopped myself before saying it.

“Okay then. Strip poker.” She burst out laughing. I was a little bit relieved because I knew the other option was her smacking me across the face.

“You’re joking.”

“Do I look like I'm joking?”

“Look, if you are horny right now, go ahead and take care of that. I can wait.”

I laughed a little bit because the idea of relieving myself with my hand when a woman like Maggie was in the same house as me was truly pathetic.

“Just say you aren't as confident in your poker skills as you want me to think.”

I saw her face change in the dim light from our lantern.

“This sounds like a cheap ploy to get me out of my clothes.”

“It is, but if you're so good, you'll get me out of my clothes first.”

She grinned at me and I knew that I had her. I didn't care nearly so much about the outcome of our game as I did now that there was an incentive to beat her.

We started playing. Having the fireplace, we didn't even need as many layers of clothing, so neither of us was wrapped up that much. She got me to take off something first, but then I caught up. We were pretty evenly matched down to the underwear. She had an advantage over me having a bra and panties versus just my boxer briefs. I was determined to get her topless, or bottomless first, I didn't mind which one she picked to strip first. As long as it wasn't me.

I looked at her over my cards.

“How's it looking?”

“Honestly?”

“Sure, doesn't mean I'll believe you, but yeah.”

“Not great,” she said. Bullshit. I knew she was bluffing. I knew it. I knew it. I looked down at my hand then played.

“Oh no,” she said.

“That's right. Take it off.”

“Oh no, you take it off.” She flashed her cards. I knew she was bluffing but she still got me.

“No way.”

“Yes way, take it off.”

“I don't have to take anything off. You already know you won.”

“I said strip,” she said laughing. “This was your idea. You were being a pervert wanting to see me naked and it backfired. Strip.” Her accusations were only a little bit off, so I stood up and pulled my underwear off. She watched me with a small smug smile on her face. I tossed my underwear on the pile where the rest of my clothes were.

“You’re enjoying this a little bit too much.”

“You should have thought about that before you suggested strip poker.” She bent down to the ground and gathered my cl

othes in her arms.

“What are you doing?” I asked her. She walked over to the sliding door that opened onto the verandah. “Hey, stop!”

She paused and turned around with one of her hands poised to unlock and open the door.