Page 112 of Payoff Pitch
Things between us have taken on a new level of intensity since we returned from Colorado and Florida. I know we’re so much more than originally intended. I’ve chickened out on having a serious conversation more times than I can count, but I’m hopingthat it happens soon. I’m just waiting for the right moment. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
I’m with Tanner tonight ahead of our skydiving adventure tomorrow. He asked me to play poker which has morphed into strip poker. While he has a drink sitting there, I notice that he’s barely touched it. He’s definitely making more of an effort since I mentioned it to him in Colorado. Before then, I was never with him at night when he didn’t have at least two or three glasses. Since then, it’s maybe half the time and never in excess. I’m happy he’s changing his ways.
We’re both sitting across from each other at his card table with cigars in our mouths. I’ve never had one before, but the taste makes me think of Tanner and I’m loving it.
I’m holding what I know will be another winning hand when I ask, “Do you keep in contact with any college friends? I never hear you mention them or any friends who aren’t clients.”
His face looks pained. I’ve struck a nerve.
“I used to have a close friend. He moved to New York too. We were close but have…drifted in the past few years.”
I ask, “Did something happen?”
He tosses his cards on the table with disgust, meaning he’s folding. He knows I have a winning hand. “Yes, you won another hand, and I’m losing another article of clothing.”
We’ve been playing for all of forty-five minutes and he’s nearly naked. Kam and I have truly spent a lifetime being underestimated by men at the poker table. I think Tanner thought he’d have me naked and at his mercy in no time. It’s just the opposite.
He makes a show of pulling his socks off, leaving him in only his boxer briefs and his tie. I’m fully clothed. He playfully lifts an eyebrow. “I can’t believe you’ve won every single hand. I’m questioning my manhood.”
I lean my body forward so I can peek over at the bulge in his boxers, and say, “You shouldneverquestion that manhood,” as I lay my winning hand on the table with a small smile ofsatisfaction. “Flush. All hearts for Bailey Hart.” I blow a plume of smoke into the air in victory.
He smirks as he licks his big lips. “As the…ownerof this casino, it’s come to my attention that there might be some cheating going on.”
I lean back in my chair and let out a laugh. “Is that the only way a woman can win? Cheating?”
“I need to frisk you for cameras and other contraband. Standard operating procedure. If you’re innocent, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
I place my cigar in the ashtray and raise my arms in the air. “Frisk away, Mr. Montgomery.”
He stands and walks around the table toward me. I notice his bulge is becoming more pronounced with each step as his boxer briefs begin to ride up his thick, muscular thighs. He may actually be the sexiest man in existence.
He makes his way to me until he’s standing behind my chair. “Stand, Ms. Hart.” I do. “Place your hands on the table where I can see them.”
I make a bit of a show of spreading my legs and bending over before placing my hands on the table. I’m wearing spandexshorts and a cropped T-shirt, so plenty is exposed to him when I do so.
He achingly slowly pats down my entire bottom half, leaving no inch untouched. He pays particular attention to the inferno between my legs. All I really want is for him to tear my clothes off and fuck me on this table, but rushing into things isn’t his M.O. He prefers the slow seduction, and I’m a more than willing victim.
His fingers trickle up the bare skin on the sides of my waist and stomach until they cup my breasts. “What cheating device could possibly be in there, Mr. Montgomery?”
Spank.
I let out a moan. God, I love when he spanks me.
“Watch your mouth, Ms. Hart. We don’t like brats at the Montgomery Casino. They’re dealt with sternly.”
I reach between my legs and grab for his bulge, which is currently poking me in the ass. Squeezing his now fully hardened cock, I say, “You seem to like it a lot.”
Spank.
My eyes roll back in my head. A gush of wetness shoots from my core. My panties are immediately soaked.
“That will earn you afull-bodyexamination.”
Yes please.
He slides my shorts and panties down and off my legs. I can’t see him, but I hear him inhale deeply. “These panties tell me that something naughty is going on down there.”
It certainly is.