stroke of her stick. The damnedest part was the vixen had the nerve to give him a little smile and say “beginner’s luck”, as if he would buy that.
But it wasn’t just luck kicking his ass all over the green felt table; it was also her body, which always seemed to be in his peripheral vision whenever it was his turn to make a shot. Cyn did everything from passing behind him and accidentally stroking his ass, to leaning down to check out his shot and pressing her full breasts against his arms.
She was a cheat. A dirty rotten, sexy-as-all-hell cheat and Parker was loving every second of it.
She came up behind him and breathed on his neck. “Here let me help you line that.”
Parker stifled a grin. She just wasn’t going to play fair. “Get your little sweet ass on the other side of the table.”
“I’m just trying to be helpful.” She pouted, making her lips look even more kissable than he could have imagined. Not that he needed any help in the imagination part. All night long he’d been thinking of things to do with and to her, and half of them involved tying her naughty body to the very table he was using to hide his erection.
Parker steadied the shot and forced himself to concentrate on the white ball in front of him instead of the blue balls in his pants. He brought the stick back and sent it barreling towards the ball, giving himself a little mental high five as the balls scattered in 52
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every direction, sinking three stripped ones at the same time. Standing, he eyed the table, calculating his next shot, before looking over at Cyn, who was frowning at the table. “For some reason, I’m not believing the whole you trying to be helpful thing.”
“Now why is that?”
“Corner pocket,” Parker called, as he lined up his next shot. “Hmm, could it be you’re a hustler.”
“Now, now, Parker, if I was trying to hustle you, I would have made a wager.”
“It’s not too late.” He could think of several things he’d be willing to bet on. “I’m willing.”
“So I see.”
He froze on the down stroke and looked up into her twinkling eyes. If he had any doubts before that she wasn’t aware of his attraction to her, those were now laid to rest.
He was certain she missed very little. “What do you mean?” he questioned as he took his shot, cursing to himself as he missed. She was getting to him.
“I just meant you look like a betting man.” Taking the stick out of his hand, she nudged him with her hip and leaned over to take her shot. She looked up before she thrust her stick between her long brown fingers and cocked a brow, “What did you think I meant?”
She executed her shot perfectly, winking at him as she stood. Fuck this , Parker thought, as he watched her bend over again. Her dress rose a bit in the back, flashing smooth, groin-tightening chocolate thighs at him, forcing a savage growl from his throat as he noticed he wasn’t the only one looking.
A couple of guys at the next table were watching her intently, too intently for his peace of mind. He didn’t mind she was teasing him, but the thought of anyone else enjoying the view was enough to piss him off. Glaring at the men in question, he walked behind her, blocking her ass from their sight.
“Aww,” one complained, earning a scowl from him as he twisted around to see who said it.
“What did you say?” she asked when she stood once again.
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“Nothing,” he replied as he turned back to face her. “Did you make it?”
“Weren’t you watching?”
“No.”
“Then yes.” The laughter in her voice told him another story.
“Cheat.” He reached for the stick, brushing his hands against her. All the laughter froze as the touch forced them to make eye contact, real contact for the first time, and he really liked what he saw. He wasn’t the only one feeling the pull between them. He was just the only one not fighting it.
But it wasn’t just luck kicking his ass all over the green felt table; it was also her body, which always seemed to be in his peripheral vision whenever it was his turn to make a shot. Cyn did everything from passing behind him and accidentally stroking his ass, to leaning down to check out his shot and pressing her full breasts against his arms.
She was a cheat. A dirty rotten, sexy-as-all-hell cheat and Parker was loving every second of it.
She came up behind him and breathed on his neck. “Here let me help you line that.”
Parker stifled a grin. She just wasn’t going to play fair. “Get your little sweet ass on the other side of the table.”
“I’m just trying to be helpful.” She pouted, making her lips look even more kissable than he could have imagined. Not that he needed any help in the imagination part. All night long he’d been thinking of things to do with and to her, and half of them involved tying her naughty body to the very table he was using to hide his erection.
Parker steadied the shot and forced himself to concentrate on the white ball in front of him instead of the blue balls in his pants. He brought the stick back and sent it barreling towards the ball, giving himself a little mental high five as the balls scattered in 52
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every direction, sinking three stripped ones at the same time. Standing, he eyed the table, calculating his next shot, before looking over at Cyn, who was frowning at the table. “For some reason, I’m not believing the whole you trying to be helpful thing.”
“Now why is that?”
“Corner pocket,” Parker called, as he lined up his next shot. “Hmm, could it be you’re a hustler.”
“Now, now, Parker, if I was trying to hustle you, I would have made a wager.”
“It’s not too late.” He could think of several things he’d be willing to bet on. “I’m willing.”
“So I see.”
He froze on the down stroke and looked up into her twinkling eyes. If he had any doubts before that she wasn’t aware of his attraction to her, those were now laid to rest.
He was certain she missed very little. “What do you mean?” he questioned as he took his shot, cursing to himself as he missed. She was getting to him.
“I just meant you look like a betting man.” Taking the stick out of his hand, she nudged him with her hip and leaned over to take her shot. She looked up before she thrust her stick between her long brown fingers and cocked a brow, “What did you think I meant?”
She executed her shot perfectly, winking at him as she stood. Fuck this , Parker thought, as he watched her bend over again. Her dress rose a bit in the back, flashing smooth, groin-tightening chocolate thighs at him, forcing a savage growl from his throat as he noticed he wasn’t the only one looking.
A couple of guys at the next table were watching her intently, too intently for his peace of mind. He didn’t mind she was teasing him, but the thought of anyone else enjoying the view was enough to piss him off. Glaring at the men in question, he walked behind her, blocking her ass from their sight.
“Aww,” one complained, earning a scowl from him as he twisted around to see who said it.
“What did you say?” she asked when she stood once again.
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“Nothing,” he replied as he turned back to face her. “Did you make it?”
“Weren’t you watching?”
“No.”
“Then yes.” The laughter in her voice told him another story.
“Cheat.” He reached for the stick, brushing his hands against her. All the laughter froze as the touch forced them to make eye contact, real contact for the first time, and he really liked what he saw. He wasn’t the only one feeling the pull between them. He was just the only one not fighting it.
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