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“This could be dangerous, little one.” I pull her closer to my side as she throws dice at the craps table.
“Look!” She squeals when she rolls a seven again.
My Zoey is a lucky charm.
“Be careful, or the casino will accuse you of cheating and toss us out of here.”
She turns to me, her eyes wide. “Really?”
I smirk and pull her against me. “You think I’d let that happen?”
“Nope.” She gets onto her tiptoes and kisses me.
I take her mouth, claiming her and reaching down to grip her ass as I lean her back over the table.
The dealer clears his throat.
I ignore him and continue enjoying my soft, sweet Zoey, tasting her until she pulls back to catch her breath.
“Now you’re the one who’s going to get us thrown out.” Her tone is scolding, but her voice is breathy.
“Wet for me, little one?” I slide my hand up her thigh.
“Leone!” She squeals as I drag my finger across her panties. “Focus!”
“I am focused.” I press up on her clit, loving the way her breath catches.
“Sir, I’m sorry, but I must ask–”
“It’s fine.” I pull her back and put her on her feet. “Throw again, my love.”
She glances up at two people passing by on the other side of the table. “Oh, I think maybe we should cash out.”
I follow her look and see Lenny and Xanny strolling by, both of them chit-chatting as they case the gaming floor.
“If that’s what you want.” I toss a tip to the head of the table, then collect Zoey’s winnings. “Let’s go to the window.”
She takes my elbow, and I lead her through the tables until we reach the line of windows along the back wall.
“Cash out, please,” I say to the clerk and push her winnings through to him.
Zoey leans close, her lips at my ear. “I think it’s go time. I’m so excited.” She moves to the window.
I grip her ass again, unable to help myself. “The way you love these little spy games is a turn-on.”
She looks at me over her shoulder. “You just like it when I’m bad.”
“Iloveit when you’re bad.” I glance toward the security guards standing in front of the hall that leads to the back of house operations.
Lenny and Xanny stop at a window a few spots down and begin to trade in their chips.
“Ready?” I whisper to Zoey.
“Born ready.”