All In: Paying to Play (Gambling With Love) by Lane Hart Read Free Book Online

inside of it. Oh hell. I struggle for something to say, a bastard remark that won't give away my arousal.
    "Your ass and the house are looking nice, sweet cheeks. What's with the June Cleaver routine?" I ask.
    "You live like a disgusting pig. If I'm going to put up with you for six weeks I want to at least live somewhere clean."
    "Yeah well, get your ass up and get ready. We're going out to dinner," I tell her, making a spur of the moment decision. I need to get my hands on that incredible ass, and according to her, there's only one way to do it.
    "W-what? Why?" she asks.
    "PR. My agent said we've got work to do to make it look like I've settled down. No one's buying it," I lie, hopefully convincingly.
    "Oh," she mutters, lowering her eyes. "It'd probably help if you weren't a complete prick to me out in public."
    "Whatever. Hurry up and be ready to go in fifteen," I reply over my shoulder as I head to my room before she notices my raging boner that's desperate to bury itself in her.
    After I shower and dress in khakis, I roll up the sleeves of my white dress shirt and go look for Addison to see if she's ready. I'm not trying to catch her changing to sneak a peek or anything like that. Nope. Not at all
    And, oh hell, I find her sitting on the edge of the guest bed, her lean leg lifted in the air as she rubs lotion up and down it, flashing just a hint of black panties underneath her little black, strapless dress.
    "Where are we going?" she asks without looking up at me. 
    "The Capital Grille. I want steak," I reply, entranced by the up and down motion of her hands caressing each of her legs.
    I grab onto the top of the door frame to stretch my sore back muscles, trying to find something to do with my hands other than reach for those damn legs to pry them apart and taste her. She doesn't know it yet, but she's in for it tonight.
    "That's one of my favorite restaurants." She shocks the hell out of me by replying sweetly instead of complaining. Then her penetrating gaze finally swings my way. Whoa. Her bright red lipstick jumps out at me in sharp contrast to her black dress and hair. Her long eyelashes flutter over golden eyes as she sits all arched back, ivory legs stretched out in front of her. I feel like I should be paying admission for an old school naughty film or pin-up girl photoshoot. When her front teeth bite down on her plump bottom lip, my hips reflexively rock forward, my cock trying to call next. But then I realize...she's actually checking me out, from my fingers grasping the frame all the way down to the toes of my brown dress shoes.
    "Like what you see, sweet cheeks?" I tease.
    Her eyes narrow just before she looks away and combs her fingers through her wavy hair. "Your belt and shoes don't match."
    I glance down at myself in surprise at her statement. Brown shoes, black belt. Who gives a fuck? She does apparently.
    "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were an enforcement officer for the fashion police," I snap in annoyance at her critique. I reach down and unfasten my belt while she watches my hands work. I yank the leather free from all the loops and fold it in half, slapping my other palm with it a few times. "I can think of a few better uses for this anyway. Why don't you bend over, so I can give you something to really bitch about?"
    Her eyes widen with her gasp before she grumbles, "Ugh. Now I've lost my appetite."
    "You can nibble crackers the whole time for all I care, but we are going out, so get your ass in the car!" Infuriating fucking woman. I turn around and storm through the house, tossing the belt on the sofa when I pass by it.
    After I sit down in the driver seat of my Challenger, there's several moments when I think she may actually refuse to go with me. But then the door opens and she steps out, locks up, and strolls slowly and sensually, swaying her hips the whole way until she reaches the car. When she climbs into the passenger seat she's sitting close enough that I can smell her fresh, citrusy scent