He laughed, dealing the next hand. “Does the idea of being sold get you wet? If you ruin my jeans I’m going to be pissed, Snitch.”

I fought everything in my body to grip his thigh and give in. Instead I pressed back against his erection.

“If you come on my back, I’ll send you the dry-cleaning bill,” I whispered back.

Gray froze, then slammed his knee between my thighs in a harsh, violent thrust. I gasped, gripping his thigh. It was still a game to him…but I was falling apart.

I didn’t realize the rule I needed to make until it was already broken: don’t come with Grayson Crowne. I was too hot, my thoughts disappearing into the throbbing ache between my thighs, tingles sprouting with my goose bumps.

My head fell against his shoulder. Gray played, reaping in piles of coins like I wasn’t there. His lips fanned my cheek as he leaned forward, hot and drugging.

“If she really loves you, she won’t care you’re a virgin,” I whispered, maybe a truth in the moment, or one last-ditch effort to hide before disappearing into him.

His tense was so subtle I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t literally melting into his body.

“Are you coming right now?” he hissed.

Maybe he didn’t mean to really get me off; maybe I’d taken the game too far.

He’d grown rock hard. Iron. What would sex with Grayson Crowne be like? The thought popped into my head. Intense. Too intense. You don’t put on a mask as thick as Grayson’s unless you have something really untamable to hide.

“Fuck, you are.” His palm tightened possessively between my thighs. There was a surprised edge, a strangle in his voice I might have believed meant something if not for the words that immediately came from his lips next.

“Want to know something cute, guys?” Gray said. “This servant has a thing for me. She’s been saving her V-card for me. Which one of you wants to take it instead? I’m raising the pot. All in.”

What!?

The words shocked me out of the sweet, hazy place I’d been. I scrambled to pull the chips back from the center.

“What are you doing? You have a two and a three.”

Grayson pulled me back against his chest by the palm still between my thighs. All the oxygen in the room disappeared.

His breath feathered my neck. “Scared, Snitch?”

It took all I had not to shake. It came down to this hand. It was either him, or go home with some creep named Khalid.

“Are you wondering if they saw you come?” Grayson’s fingers played over the thin cotton barrier, dangerously light, like he was holding some part of himself back. “Stay fucking still or I’ll answer that question for everyone.”