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Dominick: I thought you were better than that. I’m disappointed in you, brother.

Me: I just want to spend a little more time looking at her.

Dominick: You’ll be doing plenty of that when she’s naked on your bed.

Me: You’ve never heard of savoring?

Dominick: LOL. We both know that’s not your style.

It had never been my style; he was right.

But, fuck me, this girl was worth it.

She wasn’t parading around the sportsbook in a bikini top and leather shorts, like the waitresses in this section. Jo didn’t have to. Fully clothed in her cutoffs and oversize sweatshirt that exposed her shoulder and hot-pink bra strap, she was still a hell of a lot sexier than them. But there was so much more to her than just a delicious body. She had confidence that was more alluring than I’d ever seen along with wit, charm, charisma.

“No need to quiz you,” I said, waiting for her eyes to return to me. “Besides, I have a feeling you can hold your own with football.” I just noticed the tiny freckles under her eyes, and they were fucking adorable. “But I am curious how you knew I went with UCLA.”

She tucked her other leg under her ass. “Jenner, you have LA written all over you.”

Quick and smart.

Damn it, I couldn’t get enough of this girl.

“The East Coaster knows the LA vibe. Interesting.”

She smiled. “Do I have Miami written all over me?”

Flip-flops had covered her feet prior to her tucking her legs beneath her, the new position showing more of her lean, muscular thighs. The black hair and blue eyes were exotic, but they hinted at nothing.

“Aside from your tan, no.”

“I’m just a giant mystery to you …” She finished her drink and set it on the table. “Tell me, Jenner, what do you do for a living?”

“You don’t want to guess?”

She laughed, adjusting her top, the shift now showing more of her bra. “Is that what you want?”

I exhaled, taking in the whole view. “There’s something I want far more than you guessing my job.” I downed the rest of my beer, not bothering to grab a new one. “I’m a lawyer.”

A flash of red moved across her cheeks before she said, “Professional haircut”—her eyes were on my head and then lowered—“trimmed beard, a neck that could easily hold a tie.” She circled the air with her finger, as though she were adding up each detail. “I can visualize it.”

And what I could visualize was taking off that sweatshirt with my goddamn teeth, instantly sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, gnawing on the end. I’d position her on her back, leaning her up on her elbows so she could spread her legs around me.

“You’re picturing the tie around my neck … or somewhere else?”

Even her laugh was smooth. “Jenner, you certainly know how to make a girl blush.” She gripped her hair, like she needed to hold on to something. “But if you want an honest answer, your neck isn’t the only place I can envision a tie. I see many knots in a variety of places—some more interesting than others.”

My dick fucking throbbed in my jeans.

“Your wrists?” I paused, analyzing her expression. “Or maybe you wouldn’t want to give up your sense of touch?”

Her stare dipped to my chest, lowering to my waist, a heat moving through me as she slowly lifted. “It would be a shame to lose my ability to touch, especially if there was something in front of me—or even on top of me—that was worth feeling.”

“Jo …” I shook my head, folding my hands behind my neck. “You’re taking my brain to some naughty fucking places right now.”

“Oh yeah?” She cocked her head to the side. “Where’s my brain?”

While I stared, I tried to decipher her thoughts.

“It’s okay, Jenner. You can say it. You won’t scare me away.” She reached inside my bucket and took out a cold beer, twisting off the top and drinking down several gulps. “Maybe we should bet something—like this is what’ll happen if you’re right or this is what’ll happen if you’re wrong.”

“As long as a win earns me your lips, I’m down.”

“Which lips?”

Fuck me.

This girl had a fire that was roaring as loud as mine.

Each breath, each glance, each swipe of her tongue made it grow.

I used my head to nod toward her face. “I’d start with those.” I took the beer from her hand, bringing it up to my mouth to take a sip. “If they tasted as good as I expect them to, then I’d go lower. Much lower … until I found the others.”

Her eyes answered me before she said, “I’ll take that bet.”

I set the beer down, my dick rubbing against my zipper. “Why wait?”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying … if I kissed you right now, would you stop me?”

  

Two

Joanna

J

enner was nothing but trouble.

I’d learned that the moment I’d taken a seat in the sportsbook, fate somehow placing me next to this delicious man. Every word, every expression, every visual dip he made down my body only tempted me more.

It didn’t help that he was positively gorgeous.

Even through his clothes, his broad shoulders and the outline of muscles in his arms told me he had a body I wouldn’t be able to stop touching. Perfect lips surrounded his straight white teeth, followed by a path of thick, dark stubble. He had a small, pointed nose and emerald eyes that were wickedly sinful and extremely dominant.

Dominant like his personality—something I’d never experienced before in a man, but I was quickly learning it was a trait I couldn’t stay away from.

No matter how many times I attempted to get up, the heat in my body forced me to stay seated. A heat that stirred a storm of sensations, a humming of tingles.

A burning need that trumped every warning sign in my head.

Each sign signaling more trouble.

“If I kissed you right now, would you stop me?”

His words were simmering in my chest, his eyes so incredibly dangerous that it was making my blush grow deeper.

The spot between my legs was pulsing.

Throbbing.

Oh God, what is happening?

“No, I wouldn’t stop you,” I whispered, unable to speak any louder.

My reply hadn’t been prepared; it hadn’t been thought out.

The spontaneity a mistake the moment I realized he was moving closer.

His palm cupped my cheek, his fingers moving into my hair, and he was pulling me toward him.

He didn’t slam his mouth into mine, like I’d expected.

He closed the gap, leaving an inch between us instead.

As though he was teasing himself.

As though he was preparing for how I was going to taste.

“I’ve been staring at this one.” His thumb pulled at my bottom lip. “Thinking how badly I want to bite it.”

I forgot that we were in a casino.

That we were surrounded by his family and friends.