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Hell

Aidan swiped a hand through his short hair as a line of sweat trickled down the back of his neck A wohter drifted across the room The sound husky, sexy Cara He made a fist with the hand that had held the nape of her neck, his body recalling how silky sth of her had fit so daainst him How the taste of her had been so damned fine

‘Mr Kelly?’ The croupier recalled his attention back to the cards ‘The bet is noith you’

Ruthlessly reinstating his ironclad powers of concentration Aidan breathed deeply and tuned Cara Chatsfield and everyone else out He had a good hand A winning hand And unless he was mistaken about Ellery’s tell, he didn’t

With only the Korean furniture nate, who had already bowed out of this round, left at the table after five hours of play, Aidan decided it was tio in for the kill Especially since he could feel his lack of sleep creeping up on hiy he had left for more pleasurable pursuits than this one

‘I’m all-in’ He shoved his pile of chips into the centre of the table aathered around

Martin Ellery looked back at hione a little wild A pretty normal reaction when earlier he’d stupidly used his company as collateral to buy extra chips and he had little left to show for it

Thedown the barrel of absolute ruin and Aidan was holding the gun And he couldn’t have felt better

Finally, after years of watching his father fade away before his eyes, Aidan was going to enjoy watching this bastard squirm

Ellery’s upper lip twitched almost imperceptibly but Aidan didn’t know if that was because he was scared or angry Cara’s soft words about going easy on Ellery came back to hi to do with this Nothing

Minutes ticked by as Ellery contemplated his move and the small, fascinated crowd pressed closer

‘Come on, Ellery,’ Aidan snapped ‘Call or fold’

Ellery stared down his nose at Aidan and pushed the rest of his chips forward ‘I’ll raise you’

Aidan snorted He gave the lance ‘You’ll need ame, old man’