Married by Mistake (Alphalicious Billionaires 1) - Page 32

Maybe it was just easier because they were already married, and she didn’t know who he was.

“Hey. Dork. Over here.” June snapped her fingers, bringing his attention back to her. She smirked at him, but he watched the way her legs slammed shut, sending a not so subtle message about her body for the time being. His dick was already at attention, but that coy look she sent his way right after, when she tried to pretend she wasn’t at all affected by his hand up her dress… that got his blood flowing. Her eyes flicked to the cards. “Are we going to play go fish or what?”

“Go fish,” he scoffed, before he realized she was joking. “I had thought about it.”

“But you decided on poker instead. Let me guess, it’s going to be something cheesy like strip poker, because you’re not brave enough to make the first move now that I’m here.”

“Oh, I’m bold enough. Don’t push me or you’ll find out just how much I want to knock you back, rip off that dress and sink into that beautiful tight pussy.” His eyes locked on hers and when hers widened, he could tell that she knew he meant business.

June swallowed audibly and clenched her legs harder. He actually saw her leg muscles flex. “This isn’t my dress. It’s Mandy’s, so please don’t rip it off. There is a reason things like zippers and buttons exist you know.”

“To be torn apart?”

She rolled her eyes. “No. To be undone. Slowly and sensuously.”

“Is that what you want?” His aching cock liked that idea almost as much as tearing things off and attacking her like a ravenous beast.

She blushed and looked away. “Let’s just concentrate on the cards. Is it strip poker or are you not as painfully transparent as I thought?”

Brock shuffled the deck neatly. He was always good at that. The new, stiff cards made a clean crisp sound that was completely satisfying. He did it over and over until June turned back to look at him. “I actually thought we should play a version of strip poker, but it wouldn’t be clothes that we took off. It would like a truth telling. To get to know each other better.”

“Gotcha.” June smiled, far too easily. He should have known there was something else coming. “So that we can decide if we want to stay married with more than just what my vagina and your cock have to say about it.” His mouth dropped open and this time it was her turn to smile. She winked at him naughtily and god, he really, really like that. “What? You think a lady can’t say dirty words?”

“Oh, I know they can. You should limit it, if you don’t want that dress torn off you and all.”

That blush was back, riding high and pretty on her cheekbones, and damn, the inner Neanderthal in him was doing fucking back flips.

They had no chips, but it didn’t matter. “We take turns dealing. Since this is about our lives, we play the cards we’re dealt. No folding. There’s no betting. I’ll turn all five cards, flop, turn, river and whoever is lucky enough to have the best hand wins. Winner doesn’t have to answer the question of the other person’s choosing.”

June’s mouth opened and closed. She finally snapped it shut. “Alright. I’m a good card player and I’m lucky, so I’m sure you’re going down.”

“I think it’s just more that you can’t resist a challenge.”

“Maybe that’s how we wound up in this mess.”

“Is it really a mess? Or maybe it could be a hot mess. That’s us. One. Hot. Mess. Although, I’d say we cleaned that up in that shower this afternoon, wouldn’t you?” He flashed her a disarming grin that made her blush even deeper. She shifted and he had the idea that she felt the same fluttering in his stomach and the heat in his nether half that he did.

“Shut up and deal the cards.”

Ever chivalrous, he cracked his knuckles and dealt them each two cards. He let her look at hers before he flipped all five cards up together. It wasn’t much fun, but it would be efficient. He thought it was better than just firing off random questions that he had no doubt she’d dodge, dip, evade, or flat out refuse to answer.

He just hoped in their little truth telling game she wouldn’t ask him the one thing that truly mattered. He’d never been a very good liar.

Just watching June consider her cards before she flipped them over made him impossibly hard. Or at least it would have if he wasn’t already completely stiff. The strange thing was, it wasn’t just his pants that were suffering. Suddenly his shirt and his chest, specifically his rib cage, felt strange.

“Two threes. Let’s see what you have, though I’m sure I’ve won given that three right there.” June pointed to the flop. He groaned, flipped up his whole lot of nothing, and watched June do a triumphant fist pump. “Trips, baby, take that!” She looked back up at him and the excitement in her eyes was definitely his undoing. He’d lose to her every single time if she’d just look at him like that, with her beautiful lips wide in a smile.

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