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I’ll fuck you the saot

Maverick and I both win the hand, and I feel a flare of frustration This bet won’t be settled until one of us is out of chips, and if it takes all night and I lose, I don’t want us to both be exhausted before we even make it to bed

I want hiht, and our cheht I’ll reet this out of our systems, we can turn our focus back to where it needs to be

For hi headlines for all the wrong reasons right now They just got out of a bad losing streak and Maverick is feuding with a teammate

And foras much money as I was before Maverick skated into town And since I didn’t co down my rival, that can’t continue

If Maverick wins tonight, he’ll screw me all the way into next week and the tension between us will finally be gone But if I win, this hot, heavy feeling I can’t escape will only get worse

You’refantasy, Gia

“Ice?” I croak at the waitress who stops by our table for drink orders “Can I get a cup of ice and a long island?”

The corners of Maverick’s lips turn up in a s But that’s poker Blackjack is a cakewalk, and I need a drink to calm my nerves

“Bullshit,” the guy next to me mutters when he loses a hand he staked a lot of money on

I push hi else—as I try to convince ive in and quickly run down the 630 in chips I have left, this thing with Maverick will be over within eight hours Or maybe, if I’m really lucky…more like twelve

Point is, toht, I’ll be back at the poker table with a newfound focus I can get back to what I do best—winning

Losing doesn’t come naturally for me In fact, it’s painful My dad raisedmy pot up and down

As the dealer works, I fall intocards It’s what I do when I play blackjack, which isn’t often If I can stop looking at Maverick and thinking about what his face would feel like between hs, I can make my money back