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shot.
    “No?”
    “No.” He shifted off the bed and I lurched up to watch him as he returned the stupid bottle of oil to the bathroom.
    “Why not?” I disliked the petulant tone, but there you have it. I was feeling a trifle…petulant.
    He returned to the room, but barely. Leaning against the doorjamb, he crossed his arms.
    Gawd, he was beautiful.
    He winked at me. “I am not going to fuck you,” he said, “because we haven’t finished our game.”
    Our… “What?”
    “One should never leave a poker game unfinished.” This, he offered in a very somber tone. As though it were the law of the universe. I was suddenly compelled to make him break the law. He pushed off and came toward me, then held out his hand and helped me from the bed.
    “Come along, my darling.” He herded me back into the kitchen. I was very aware I was naked, aching and covered in oil. And he was still somewhat dressed. I found this very annoying. “It’s time for another hand.”
    “Yes, it is.”
    A hand, I might add, I was determined to win.

Chapter Five
     
    He was determined as well, but it seemed the fates were with me. He glared at his cards as I laid down my winning hand. It hadn’t been easy, focusing on the game as the ambient air feathered over my bare skin. My nipples were puckered and my body ached with an insistent hum.
    “How did that happen?” he muttered, scrubbing his cheek with a palm.
    I flashed him a brilliant grin. “Guess I just have superior poker face.”
    He sighed. “Okay. What do you want?”
    Yes. What had my full house bought me? I waggled a finger in his direction. “Strip.”
    He paled. “What?”
    “You heard me, Jimmy. Strip. I’m buck nekked. I want you nekked too.”
    His mouth opened, as though he intended to tell me no, but he didn’t. He stood and slowly, sensuously, peeled off his shorts.
    I was gratified when his cock sprang free. I was gratified because now he was as naked as me, and I was gratified…because he was hard. That meant he’d sat there across the table, throughout our hand, as tangled in lust as I had been.
    Which was only fair.
    “Happy?” He cocked a brow.
    Not yet. But I would be. I grunted and collected the cards. “More wine would make me happy,” I said. Not that I wanted wine. I pretty much wanted to stare at his tight butt as he walked to the pantry.
    While he was gone, I shuffled and rearranged the cards and dealt them out.
    He brought me my glass and I smiled up at him. “Thank you, sir.” I took a sip and moaned.
    He glanced at the cards on the table and frowned. “Another hand?”
    “Of course. Can’t quit until the game is finished, can we?” I pointed to his chair. “Sit down.”
    He did, and hissed through his teeth. “The chair is cold.”
    I frowned at him. “It is not. You’ve been warming it with your ass. Now, quit whining and play.”
    With a grumble he lifted his cards. As he arranged them, a sly smile crossed his face and then flickered away. He shot me an assessing glance. He was pleased with his cards. I could tell.
    Also, I knew what he had.
    Because I’d cheated. While he’d been distracted with the wine, I’d stacked the deck.
    “Any draw cards?” He plastered an innocent look on his face and tossed the three of clubs onto the table. I fed him a jack. His face lit up. Really. He seriously needed to work on his poker face. Even if I hadn’t already known what he had, I would have known.
    Four jacks. Almost certainly a winning hand.
    If one’s opponent didn’t hold four aces.
    Again, when I laid down my cards, he gaped. Apparently it was inconceivable for him to lose…again. His brow knotted. He glanced at the pantry. I didn’t want to give him time to work it out, so I plunged forward with my evil plan.
    “So… I win.”
    His frown darkened.
    “What shall I ask for this time?” I nibbled my lip as I thought, as I pretended to think. I knew damn well what I wanted. “What was it you mentioned before? After the