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Only there's a different undercurrent to it now, a charged sexual energy. Anticipation sits heavy on the air.

It—and the hand Cayden places high on my thigh beneath the table—steal my focus, and it shows.

I'm still playing well, all told, but throw a little bad luck into the mix, along with the advantages of familiarity that the guys all have, and my stack doesn't last long.

This time, when I run out, I turn to Adam. "Can you spare a few?"

His throat bobs. "For you? Sure."

I rise from my chair again. Cayden lets me go, but not without a little slap to my rear that makes my pussy tingle. When I move to sit on Adam's lap, I do it side saddle, afraid things will get out of hand too quickly if I spread my legs for him already.

I'm not wrong. He hauls me in, exploring my mouth with his tongue, and it's not the easy familiarity of kissing Cayden, but it's still comfortable. Our connection from my first morning here sings in my heated blood.

When I pull away, I take another two chips, and I lose them nearly as fast.

Deandre slides his chair back the next time, opening his broad arms in invitation. "You need some sugar, little girl?"

Oh, hell. Apparently we're playing our game in front of everyone. My pussy clenches, hot, around nothing, because, yeah. Some sugar sounds really, really good right now.

As coy as I can, I tease my bottom lip with my finger, looking down and eyeing him from beneath my lashes. "Yes, please, Daddy."

"Then you come right on over here."

I move to stand. He stops me. "I think my little girl can crawl."

Oh, hell. Oh fucking, shit-damn hell.

My heart races as I slink off my chair and onto my hands and knees. I don't require any additional clarification. I make my way under the table toward him, slipping past the others' feet. When I emerge on the other side, I place my hands on his knees and pull myself up his body. I let my lips graze over every inch of him I pass, almost but not quite kissing the line of his cock through his jeans, his abs, his hard, strong chest.

And then I'm there. His big hands dip to meet me, and he pulls me up, forcing me to sit astride him. Flashes of our first time in his workshop assault me, making me wetter and more desperate. I remember sitting on that huge, glorious cock—the way it split me open and made me feel so, so good.

It hard to keep it PG-13 as his mouth possesses mine. I'm not entirely sure why I try. His hot palms grip my hips, moving me against him, and we're still wearing our clothes, but we had might as well be fucking, right here at this table, right in front of his friends.

The only sound is the wet slide of our mouths and the little, panting noises I make every time he rocks me over thatdelicious bulge in his pants. He skims his hands higher, slipping them under my shirt. Their heat bleeds into my skin, and when he cups my breasts through my shirt, I groan, my nipples hardening.

Except then his hands retreat back down to my hips. His mouth pulls away, and I try to chase it, but he holds me in place. My eyelids flutter open to find his lips wet, his gaze dark.

From behind me, Sergio lets out a low whistle. Jax chimes in, "Pretty sure that was worth three."

"Damn straight," Deandre says.

Holy shit, I got so caught up in that kiss that I almost forgot that we were playing. I slide off Deandre's lap and take my money. He swats at my ass as I turn to head back to my seat—walking this time, thank you very much.

As I go, Sergio raises a brow at me. His words from a couple of nights ago ring out in my head.

If you wanted me to touch you, you would let me know.

He's still the only one in the house who basically hasn't had his hands on me, and it's definitely, definitely time for that to change.

The game has shifted now. I'm not trying as hard to win, and the guys are working harder to strip me of my earnings, and no one's really bothering to pretend otherwise.

Sergio is the one to take my last chip from me, and anticipation hums through me.

"Oops," I say, all false disappointment. "Looks like I'm out again." I gaze at him heatedly.

"You trying to tell me something?" he asks.

"Sure am." I take the most seductive walk of my life around the table, then stand in front of him.