P*rnstation
Heat flooded my pussy so fast I had to press my thighs together.
I slid into the chair.
Bad idea.
Now I was trapped between two walls of muscle that smelled like cedar, whiskey, and raw testosterone.
David dealt me in. “Five-card draw. But regular stakes are boring.”
He took a slow sip, eyes never leaving mine.
“Loser of each hand strips one piece of clothing. Simple.”
My heart slammed against my ribs.
“That’s—”
“Fair,” Ryan finished.
“Unless you’re chicken.”
I should have walked away, Instead I heard myself whisper, “Deal.”