Making of Them (Beating the Biker 3)

“Beginner’s luck?” he said. “You’re hustling me.”

“Naw. A good hustler would lose a game or two and build the pot.”

“Okay,” he said, pulling another twenty out of his wallet. “Let’s make this interesting. Make that shot there and you can have this.”

He pointed his cue to the red ball sitting forlornly on the bumper.

She shook her head. “I can’t make that shot. Not yet.”

“Sure, you can,” he said, an evil glint in his eye. “Someone with your talent can do it easily.”

“And I suppose you can?”

“I’ll show you how it’s done. See the purple ball? Hit that on its side and it’ll hit the red.”

She shook her head. “I’m going for the yellow ball.” She pointed to the yellow that she had positioned close to the corner pocket.

“Oh, come on. That’s an easy shot. A five-year-old can make that.”

She waved him off.

“Bok, bok, bok,” he clucked.

“Are you going to be quiet, so I can make this shot?”

“No.”

“Fine. Red ball, corner pocket.”

“Now you’re talking.”

“Be quiet.”

Chrissy leaned in to target the purple ball, when Saks moved in close and bent over her.

“No,” he said to her ear. His sexy rumble sent shivers through her body. He lay his hand on hers and positioned the tip of her cue so that it would hit the cue ball at a different angle.

“The thing about pool,” he said in a low, panty-melting voice, “is that it’s all about finesse.”

“I can see that. I can also see one Mr. Anthony Parks trying to finesse me.”

Saks pressed his body against hers, flooding her

body with a jolt of electricity. His shaft, hard and unyielding, pressed against her bottom. “Am I?”

Chrissy bit her lip and let go of the pool cue. “Yes.”

Saks kissed the spot behind her ear, and she sighed. Then he licked it, and she breathed in sharply.

“I’ve missed you,” he said. “I can’t help but miss you. You’re under my skin, Christina Serafini, into every part of me.”

Chrissy closed her eyes against the wave of emotion that swept over her. Need. Desire. Love.

“Saks.” But she didn’t know what to say.

“Shh,” he whispered, causing a shudder to run through her body. Gently, he tugged at the collar of her suit jacket and she moved her arms back and let him pull it off her. She tried to stand but he splayed his fingers on her back, keeping her in place.

Saks kissed the nape of her neck, his body stretched over her. He cupped his hands over her breasts.