Dancer in Lingerie (Lingerie 13)

“Checking up on me, huh?” I asked, wondering if she’d thought about me during our two days of silence. So far, I was always the one to contact her. She’d never called me or texted me. She was too proud to do it. But that would change soon enough.

“Just curious.”

“I worked at the casino. Gambled a bit.”

“Win or lose?”

“I lost a hundred thousand.”

She cringed.

“But then won two million.”

“Oh, wow…that is a nice casino.”

I shrugged. “I’m just a damn good poker player.”

“Yeah?” she asked, sitting on my hard-on like it was the perfect seat for her.

“You should watch me play sometime.”

“I’ve played poker a few times.”

“Yeah?” The idea of her gambling turned me on. Watching her sit at a table with powerful men and hold her own was sexy as hell. I hooked up with all kinds of women, none of them fitting into a specific category. But my obsession with Carmen told me I found her characteristics particularly attractive, the way she held herself with so much confidence. To my surprise, a strong woman was my weakness. She ran her own business, lived alone, and she didn’t cower in the face of a more powerful enemy.

“With Vanessa and our fathers. We just play for fun, but it’s a good time.”

“Do you clean them out?”

“Oh, always,” she said with a laugh. “But they probably let us win.”

I’d probably do the same. “Come to the casino with me tomorrow night. You can sit on my arm and watch me play.”

All of her playfulness evaporated into thin air. “That’s not a good idea.”

“And why not?”

“This is just a fling—no public appearances.” Regardless of how she melted for me when we were in bed together, she held on to her beliefs. She was determined to keep this relationship as secretive as possible.

“That’s a shame.” I pulled her slightly toward me, making her move up my length. “I wanted to show you off. Have you wear a beautiful dress with a slit up to here.” My hand moved to the top of her thigh, where the skin would be exposed in the fabulous dress.

“I can wear that dress behind closed doors. Then you can take it off me.” She held my gaze with a hint of fearlessness, her confidence so unbelievably sexy.

“That’s not a terrible compromise.” I lifted her sweater until her cleavage was exposed in the bra. I kissed the soft flesh of her beautiful tits, smelling her perfume and tasting her delectable goodness.

She released a sigh at my touch. “You love my rack, don’t you?”

“Nicest tits I’ve ever seen.” I cherished the voluptuous curves of her breasts, loving how soft they were against my tongue. “And I’ve seen a lot of tits.” I saw them every day at the casino as the women danced in their cages all around the floor. They had nothing on this woman right here.

I gently moved her off me then walked to the front door. Just as I got there, there was an audible knock. I opened it, took the bag of groceries one of my men had picked up, and then shut the door again.

Carmen appeared behind me, her shirt pulled down and her tits hidden. “How did you know they were there?”

I set the bag on the counter and pulled everything out. “I just know these things. So, are you hungry?”

She stood beside me and watched me take out the chicken and vegetables, along with a bag of cauliflower rice. “I’m always hungry.”

“Really? Because I rarely see you eat.”

“Because you make me nervous,” she blurted, being honest as always.

I hid the smile that wanted to creep into my mouth, enjoying the fact that I made her tiptoe around me. “Then don’t be nervous.”

“That’s a little difficult when you subtly threaten me all the time.”

I folded the bag then turned to her, my veins flooding with testosterone and desire. “Obey me, and you have nothing to worry about.”

Her eyes flashed with their usual look of rage. “We both know I’m not good at obeying.”

I was hypnotized by her beauty, by those intelligent eyes and sassy persona. She was nothing like the other women I brought home. She had a brain, an attitude, and a fearlessness that made her borderline insane. Every time she defied me, I wanted her more. Every time she stood up to me, I respected her. Every move she made only made my obsession grow, made me hold on to her tighter with no intention of letting her go. “I’m aware.”

I turned away and got to work on dinner, letting my subtle aggression fill the air between us. This woman was unconquerable, a woman who wouldn’t submit to a man unless he’d earned it. I was up to the challenge. In fact, I was drawn to it. Her constant rejection only made me want her more. There was never a woman I couldn’t have—until now. With someone else, they’d be whispering I love you in bed by now. But this woman was too smart for that.