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led them down a road to where they were.
    That night had changed their entire lives.
    What would tonight do?
    The motives behind that first night hadn’t been what she’d thought. She’d thought it had been a simple turn of fate. Instead Tucker had been at the helm. Just like he was at the helm now. She tightened her hands on the shirt.
    “Any day now.” He still sat with his head resting on his hands.
    She grabbed the end of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head without any flourish. She puffed out her chest, thrusting all those assets and the lovely lingerie bra she was wearing outward. Get ’im, girls.
    His entire body slumped forward as though the air had been let out of his tires. “Gah.” He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from her breasts. Eyes were definitely not meeting her face.
    Two could play a game of control. She ran her hand down her neck to her neckline and stroked the skin above her bra.
    He watched every move. And seemed to sink lower in the chair as though he were going boneless.
    The power that she had over him to make him react like that gushed through her veins. It made her giddy. There was also the fact he’d already seen these babies before. She ran her hand farther down and touched a nipple through the satiny material. It puckered out, obvious even tightly covered though it was. She could look down and see it, so she knew he would note the extra prominence. He’d always liked her nipples.
    He made another strangled noise deep down in his throat as though he couldn’t quite help himself. He bit his lip so hard she worried he might draw blood, but he released it and licked his lips.
    “Don’t you need to be dealing cards?” She arched a brow at him as she waved toward them. He was almost just the way she wanted him. He didn’t lose control often and when he did, she liked to take advantage. “Tucker.”
    He finally lifted his head, and his gaze met hers. His eyes had darkened. She didn’t even have to look to see if he had an erection. “What?”
    “Deal. Time to deal.” She settled back in her chair. Waited until she got her cards and drew them over her breast, much like she had her fingers seconds earlier. Of course she waited for his turn before she did that.
    He stared, captivated by her. In ways, he almost seemed more intrigued with her covered than when she’d walked around bare-breasted. Maybe it was the anticipation. Maybe it was the off-white bra against her skin.
    She liked that she could make him look at her like this. That she could take his attention away from everything. “Tucker.”
    He didn’t even try and meet her gaze. “What?”
    “Your turn.” She slipped out her tongue and pressed it onto the pad of her pointer finger. Then she slipped it down over her chest and fingered a nipple under the material. That sensitive place between her thighs got that much slicker.
    “Ahhh.” His voice grew deeper, and he shifted around in his seat as though he were getting uncomfortable.
    “You should go. It’s your turn.” She withdrew her finger and put it up to her mouth again. She boldly scraped her tongue across it, wetting it. Afterward, she slipped her hand back under her bra and teased her other nipple. She found herself having to shift around in her seat. This wasn’t just turning him on, it was affecting her too.
    He didn’t tear his gaze away from her hand as she continued massaging her breast. “I know what you’re up to.” His voice was calm and decisive.
    “Oh?” She batted her lashes at him. “Whatever could I be up to?” Another trip back up and she wet her finger again.
    “You’re deliberately distracting me.” He didn’t look at his hand, only concentrated on her, giving credence to that statement.
    “Oh yeah.” She agreed with his analysis. Why deny what she was doing when it had no bearing on anything else?
    He chuckled. “Clever girl.”
    “Always.” Not always, especially where he was concerned. Tonight had been more