‘Have you been sunbathing nude while I’m at work?’ It came out with a hint of accusation.
She shook her head slowly. ‘Oh, no. No one gets to see these.’
‘No one?’
‘Except my husband.’
Sean took a deep breath to ensure he could stand upright. ‘Is that bra the right size for you?’
‘Yep, why?’
‘It’s like there’s a lot of breasts and not much bra.’
‘It’s a plunge bra, sweetheart. But maybe the plunge is what you’re most focused on.’
‘Could be. They’re beautiful, you know.’
‘Thank you.’
‘Welcome. Pick a card.’
Cherry’s French manicure slid over the top card. It didn’t matter what the card was; all their clothes were coming off tonight. There was no way anything but would be happening. The anticipation, though…
‘Ace of Hearts.’ Cherry traced the shape of a heart over the card. ‘You’re getting that belt off right now.’
‘I haven’t picked a card yet.’ Sean reached for the deck, selecting the Ace of Clubs, rendering them equal. He laughed, and the light in Cherry’s eyes was like a fireball. She was loving this.
He fumbled for his belt, focus diminished because all he could think about was what was underneath that phenomenal plunge bra.
‘Do you want a hand with the belt, honey?’ Before there was time to answer, she was in front of him, unbuckling his belt without looking away from his face, yanking it tightlyfrom his jeans. It clunked to the floor. ‘That’s better. Now, I believe I owe you.’
‘Aye.’ Sean motioned to her bra. ‘I need this gone, like, fucking last week. Show your husband, the only man who gets to see you.’
Reaching round, Cherry unclipped her bra and let it cascade to the warehouse floor. Sean watched it dropping onto the dust and dirt. But immediately, his eyes were ascending Cherry’s body to the most incredible pair of breasts he’d ever seen. Journeying over the smooth curves and inhaling the olive skin, the perfect deep-honey coloured nipples, pert in the cool oaky air.
He reached out.
Reflexively, she caught his wrist. ‘No touching. It’s the rules.’
‘I must have missed the bit where we discussed the rules.’
‘Nonetheless, that’s one of them.’
Sean read her easily this time – her mask was nothing like the one she’d worn at the poker table. She was teasing, holding back deliberately.
‘Fine,’ he said. ‘That’s fine. Pick another card then. Back to the game.’
Cherry turned towards the barrel, away from him, showcasing hourglass curves he could lose track of time in and an intricate floral tattoo on her lower back.
‘Nice tat. Get to your side of the barrel, Paradise. Facing me.’
She did as he ordered. Sean was rock-hard looking at her. Stunning didn’t even cut it. Cherry was picture perfect. Those tits were going in his mouth later, no doubt about it. In his hands, in his mouth, his cock sliding between them.
‘You thinking filthy thoughts, Butler?’
‘Of course I’m thinking filthy thoughts. All yours pure, are they?’
‘Not exactly, no.’ Cherry chose the next card, Sean’s eyes flitting up and down between her face and her beautiful breasts.
