cards. “But as it turns out, my full house beats your flush.”
He dropped his cards faceup on the table. A pair of eights and three jacks.
Travis and Erik both laughed as they tossed their cards aside.
She drew in a breath and stood up, then removed her suit jacket. Her fingers found the top button of her blouse and she released it. Their gazes locked on her hands. She found the next button and released that one. Their gazes dropped lower. She continued to unbutton her blouse until it hung open, revealing a couple of inches of skin.
As she slipped off her blouse, goose bumps danced across her flesh. Now she sat in her straight skirt and low-cut, pink lace bra. With her glasses and her hair still pulled tight behind her head, she felt half librarian and half virginal temptress. Connor handed her the deck and she dealt out the cards. She lost the hand and realized they hadn’t stated what she’d lose this time.
She stood up. “I assume you’d like me to lose the skirt.”
“Actually, no.” Erik smiled. “Instead, I’d rather you take off your panties.”
“Oh, yeah.” Connor grinned widely.
With the length of her skirt, they wouldn’t see a thing. But when she stood up to slip off her panties, she realized it wouldn’t be as simple as she’d thought. She had to hike the skirt up pretty high before she could get ahold of them and pull them down, and every male eye scrutinized the skin she bared. Finally, she dropped them to the floor, then she opened her purse to slip them inside.
“Hey, I think the winner should get to keep those.” Connor held out his hand.
She placed her crumpled panties in his big palm.
Connor closed his fingers around them. “Mmm. They’re still warm.” He held them to his cheek, his eyes gleaming. “And you’re naked under that skirt.”
From the way all of them were looking at her, she realized that just the thought of her not wearing panties had them all turned on. If she gazed under the table right now, she would surely see tent poles in every pair of trousers.
She shifted a little in her seat, the wool of her skirt brushing against her folds. In fact, it was turning her on, too.
She won the next two hands, probably because the men were very distracted, their gazes alternating from lingering on her breasts and drifting to the table, as if they thought if they concentrated hard enough, they’d be able to see through the table and the wool of her skirt.
Travis won the next hand and smiled. “I think Lindsay might be getting a little cold with no panties, so I’d like her to put some on.”
Her eyebrows arched. “You want me to put my panties back on?”
“Not your panties.” He stood up and grabbed a briefcase from under the table. He opened it and took out a small box, then handed it to her.
She peered inside to find black satin-and-lace panties.
“Very pretty.” She lifted them from the box and stood up.
“Wait, don’t forget this.” Travis reached for the panties, then slid a little black device into a pocket in the front. “Now put them on.”
She took the panties from him, eyeing what she realized was probably a bullet vibrator, then pulled them on. The vibrator sat nestled against her.
Travis held up a black device small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. “Now whoever wins a hand can hold the remote control.”
“Remote control to…” The vibrator began to move against her clit. She dropped into the chair, her eyes wide at the intense sensation flooding through her.
Erik chucked. “I think you’d better turn it off before she loses it.”
“I’d like to watch her lose it.” Connor’s smile widened as he watched her.
Ten
Lindsay had to concentrate just to stop herself from slumping in the chair and letting herself go to the pleasure. But the vibrations stopped. She pushed herself straighter, then took a deep sip of her wine.
“You expect me to play cards with this thing on?”
“We’re distracted. Why shouldn’t you
He dropped his cards faceup on the table. A pair of eights and three jacks.
Travis and Erik both laughed as they tossed their cards aside.
She drew in a breath and stood up, then removed her suit jacket. Her fingers found the top button of her blouse and she released it. Their gazes locked on her hands. She found the next button and released that one. Their gazes dropped lower. She continued to unbutton her blouse until it hung open, revealing a couple of inches of skin.
As she slipped off her blouse, goose bumps danced across her flesh. Now she sat in her straight skirt and low-cut, pink lace bra. With her glasses and her hair still pulled tight behind her head, she felt half librarian and half virginal temptress. Connor handed her the deck and she dealt out the cards. She lost the hand and realized they hadn’t stated what she’d lose this time.
She stood up. “I assume you’d like me to lose the skirt.”
“Actually, no.” Erik smiled. “Instead, I’d rather you take off your panties.”
“Oh, yeah.” Connor grinned widely.
With the length of her skirt, they wouldn’t see a thing. But when she stood up to slip off her panties, she realized it wouldn’t be as simple as she’d thought. She had to hike the skirt up pretty high before she could get ahold of them and pull them down, and every male eye scrutinized the skin she bared. Finally, she dropped them to the floor, then she opened her purse to slip them inside.
“Hey, I think the winner should get to keep those.” Connor held out his hand.
She placed her crumpled panties in his big palm.
Connor closed his fingers around them. “Mmm. They’re still warm.” He held them to his cheek, his eyes gleaming. “And you’re naked under that skirt.”
From the way all of them were looking at her, she realized that just the thought of her not wearing panties had them all turned on. If she gazed under the table right now, she would surely see tent poles in every pair of trousers.
She shifted a little in her seat, the wool of her skirt brushing against her folds. In fact, it was turning her on, too.
She won the next two hands, probably because the men were very distracted, their gazes alternating from lingering on her breasts and drifting to the table, as if they thought if they concentrated hard enough, they’d be able to see through the table and the wool of her skirt.
Travis won the next hand and smiled. “I think Lindsay might be getting a little cold with no panties, so I’d like her to put some on.”
Her eyebrows arched. “You want me to put my panties back on?”
“Not your panties.” He stood up and grabbed a briefcase from under the table. He opened it and took out a small box, then handed it to her.
She peered inside to find black satin-and-lace panties.
“Very pretty.” She lifted them from the box and stood up.
“Wait, don’t forget this.” Travis reached for the panties, then slid a little black device into a pocket in the front. “Now put them on.”
She took the panties from him, eyeing what she realized was probably a bullet vibrator, then pulled them on. The vibrator sat nestled against her.
Travis held up a black device small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. “Now whoever wins a hand can hold the remote control.”
“Remote control to…” The vibrator began to move against her clit. She dropped into the chair, her eyes wide at the intense sensation flooding through her.
Erik chucked. “I think you’d better turn it off before she loses it.”
“I’d like to watch her lose it.” Connor’s smile widened as he watched her.
Ten
Lindsay had to concentrate just to stop herself from slumping in the chair and letting herself go to the pleasure. But the vibrations stopped. She pushed herself straighter, then took a deep sip of her wine.
“You expect me to play cards with this thing on?”
“We’re distracted. Why shouldn’t you
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