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He grins and shakes his head “So a hell of a lot better”

My stomach flips with nervous anticipation A bet? What could this possibly be?

“I’ued,” I say

“A night of blackjack at the casino of your choice” His gaze is locked onto et 1,000 in chips No more rebuys We play until one of us is out of chips If you win, I’ll take you to dinner anywhere you want If I e spend the night together”

My lips part, my mouth suddenly dry My first instinct is to tell hiether would be ainfor Philly to find Will Roan

“One night,” he says “I won’t ask for ht to show you e can be”

He wants to fuck away h? I know it’s a dangerous idea, but every cell inmy mouth to accept this bet

“I’ll have an edge,” I say

“Will you? Blackjack’s not a game of experience”

“When?”

His lips curve up in a smile “We’ll have to wait until the teah?”

I laugh “Because you want your balls to be smooth for me? If you win the bet, I mean?”

“No” He shakes his head, cringing “Because I can’t get off during this winning streak”

“Why not?”

He shrugs “Hockey players are superstitious I’ve been wearing the saas the sa”

I give hi those socks”

“Nope But it’s working”

“So you aren’t jerking off these days?”

He shakes his head “Yeah, it’s hard, so to speak But I have to stay strong, keep the streak alive”

“Oh, you poor thing All that pent-up arousal, and no outlet for it”

On impulse, I reach up to the neck ofit

“I accept your bet,” I tell hi?”