Poker Face: A Small Town Romance (The Beaufort Poker Club Book 1) by Maggie Gates

Author:Maggie Gates [Gates, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-02T22:00:00+00:00

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MADELINE

Luca held me in his arms longer than anyone ever had, kissing my shoulders, my neck, the sweet spot behind my ear. When he finally pulled out, I felt empty. He disposed of the condom in a little trash can by the bed and sat against the enormous pile of pillows, showering me in an endless string of praises. He pulled me down to sit in his lap. “How are you?” He asked, gently tugging my hair out of the ponytail and massaging my scalp with his fingers.

I melted into his touch and closed my eyes. “Good.”

“Just good?”

I laughed nervously, “I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” And it was. I felt tingly and light. I was exhausted in the best way. I had never been used and manipulated in quite that way and I wanted more of it.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. I closed my eyes and relaxed in his embrace. Luca dropped a kiss on top of my head and the simplicity of it made me smile. Angry red lines streaked around my wrists from his tie. Luca reached down and lifted my hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the center of my palm before lavishing the red marks with tender kisses. He repeated the process on the other wrist. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No—No, I’m fine. I’m good.”

“You sure, Tesoro?”

I craned my head up and pecked his lips. “Promise.” I did my best to put out the worries I had of our evolving situation out of my mind. So I was sleeping with my boss and my sworn enemy—there had to be worse things people did. After all, I still wasn’t as bad as the jackasses who left grocery carts strewn in the middle of the parking lot. I always returned my buggy come hell or highwater. I peeled my hair away from my chest and giggled, “I’m a little sticky.”

“Don’t go anywhere,” he said as he hopped up from the bed. Not even a minute later, I heard the shower squeak on and then he was back. Luca stood at the bedside table, reached into the lampshade, and twisted the lightbulb back in. Sneaky.

Light filled the room, and he offered his hand and a kind smile. He led me to the bathroom where steam was billowing out of the walk-in shower. I twisted my hair up into a bun to keep it from getting wet. He led me under the spray of water and slid the glass door behind us. Luca turned me so that I was facing the showerhead and he was at my back. The stickiness left from the ganache, mousse, and whipped cream were quickly washed away. His big hands started on my shoulders, gently massaging away the soreness from being tied up. He worked his way down to my biceps, leaning down to kiss the side of my neck and across my shoulder.

I’d never been with someone who took it upon himself to make me feel, well, everything.

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