What Happens in Vegas - Page 69
The guys whipped their heads around to look at me, then followed my gaze down to the board.
“North Carolina Avenue?” Corey laughed, whistling low. “Man, you’re screwed.”
“Hang on,” I said, scrambling around with my play money. “How much is it with—”
“A hotel?” Mason finished for me. He squinted at the little card in front of him. “Twelve hundred seventy-five dollars.”
My shoulders slumped. I dropped my money. “Okay, now I’m screwed.”
“Not yet,” Mason grinned.
Forty-One
LAUREN
I glanced around at my depleted resources. My money was down to twenties and tens. Half my properties were already mortgaged, including the utilities.
“Fine,” I sighed finally. “What do you want?”
“Well let’s see…” said Mason. “You went down on me for two minutes, to get out of paying for St. Charles place.”
“Three minutes,” Corey admitted. We looked at him and he shrugged. “I fudged the timer.”
“Even better,” Mason grinned.
I bit my lip, hoping to look innocent. It didn’t seem to be working.
“Look, I only made you massage my shoulders when you landed on my property.”
“Yeah, but that was Baltic Avenue.” He glanced down at my little dog token, standing in front of his bright red hotel. “So for something like this…”
I stood up with a sigh. Feigning my best resignation, I strutted across the room — dressed only in my underwear — and placed both hands on the arm of the couch.
“You sure your roommate’s not coming back tonight?” I asked.
“One hundred percent,” said Mason.
“Alrighty then…” I purred, in my sexiest voice. Reaching behind me, I pulled my G-string off to one side. “Three minutes.”
Mason gulped hard, like he was swallowing a golf ball. “Five,” he said, leaping to his feet.
“Four,” I countered needlessly. Widening my stance, I swung my ass back and forth at him seductively. “Start the timer.”
Corey laughed and hit the stopwatch button on his phone. Mason started moving faster.
“This isn’t right,” he said, taking his place behind me. “I’m not ready.”
“Too bad,” I teased. “A deal’s a deal.”
His hands went to my hips, adjusting me for the height difference. It was so hot, the way he controlled me. The way he moved and shifted my body, in any way he wanted.
“I’m still… I’m still not…”
I could feel him rubbing himself up and down now, through my warm furrow. Dragging the silky head of his cock through my slick entrance.
“You expect me to just go from zero to sixty?” he protested. “The time really shouldn’t start until I’m hard.”
“Hey,” I called back with a shrug. “I could always mortgage some railroads…”
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