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Rylee stirred at the sound of Memphis crawling out of bed. She cracked one eye open and admired his backside as he stepped into the bathroom. When she heard the shower kick on, she rolled out of bed herself and went to join him.

He hummed when she stepped into the shower and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Sorry, lover. I was hoping not to wake you until I was leaving.”

She pressed kisses to his slick chest and let the water fall over her. “It’s fine. I’m glad for a little more time with you. It’s crazy how much I’m going to miss you.”

He held her tight and kissed her tenderly. “I’m going to miss you, Ace. But I’ll be back soon. It will be good to have me out of your hair while you’re playing.”

She sighed. Not so sure she believed him. Though their short time together had been chaotic, she’d come to think of him as her good luck charm. “Any idea how long you’ll be gone?” she asked as he reached for the shower gel and squirted some into his palm. He turned her away from him and lathered the gel on her back. The ointment he’d put on had worked its magic and the scratches no longer stung.

“I should only be a few days this time. I’ll need to go for longer to get everything moved over here, but we can talk about that once I’m back.” His soapy hands roamed her body, cupping and kneading her breasts, trailing down her abdomen, and back to her bottom. She relaxed into his touch.

“That sounds good. I might try to convince Carla to stay a few extra days then.”

Memphis kissed her crown. “I forgot to mention, I’m taking Kimberly home with me so she can start cleaning up the mess Andrew made. I feel bad for her.”

Rylee sighed as his hand cupped her pussy. “I hope she’s not too hungover today. She was drinking pretty heavy last night.”

Memphis turned her again, so she faced him and cupped her face in his hands, lowering his lips to hers. “Let’s not talk about her anymore. I need to fuck you one last time before I leave.” He turned off the shower after rinsing them both off and grabbed towels, tossing one to her so they could quickly dry off.

“I’ll even give you a choice this time,” he said as he dropped the towel next to the shower and closed the gap between them. “Do you want it fast or slow?” he asked as he dipped his head for another kiss.

She groaned as he awakened her arousal once more. “Fast, hard. Take me. I want to feel you when you’re gone,” she said with a groan.

With that, he pulled her toward the vanity and pushed her against it. “Bend over then,” he said as he yanked the counter drawer open and took out a condom. She bent and rested herself against the counter while he rolled the latex up his shaft. When he was ready, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and shoved himself inside of her causing her to cry out from the force of his thrust and the grip on her hair.

“Watch,” he growled when her head tried to dip, and her eyes drifted closed.

His hand landed hard on her ass and she yelped, staring at herself in the mirror. She stared at his god-like form thrusting in and out of her, his piercing eyes seemed to slam into her just as hard as his cock. His gaze didn’t make her uncomfortable though. It was like he was seeing into the deepest parts of her, and she wanted him to shine a light on it all.

It wasn’t long before she felt herself on the edge of an orgasm, and she was ready to go over the brink with him. But he stopped her with a glare. “Don’t you dare, Ace. You don’t have permission.”

It was then that she realized that’s why he’d given her a choice in how he took her. Either way, he wasn’t planning to let her come. Bastard. Gorgeous, intense, bastard.

She bit her lip as he thrust into her once more, and she felt him tense as he reached his own climax. When he pulled free of her, he turned her around and kissed her harshly.

“You’ll come again when I say. It might be when I get back or I might call you on the phone and make you play with that beautiful pussy until you scream.”

She whimpered when his hand found her clit and stroked back and forth a few times. He was determined to torture her.

He pressed a kiss to her neck. “Just think of all the fun we can have on the phone,” he said as he pulled away and headed for his closet to pull on some clothes.

Five minutes later he was dressed and standing with her at the bedroom door. He hugged her tight and kissed her deep. “Be a good girl and I’ll call you tonight,” he whispered as he opened the door and stepped into the hallway. Rylee eyed the bed when he was gone. It was early and she could easily climb back into bed and sleep for a few more hours. But Carla wouldn’t be up for a few more hours herself, so now was the perfect time to work out and go through some mental training exercises to get her back in the poker playing mindset she would need to be in for the tournament.

After a short run on the treadmill, she sat at the coffee table with a deck of cards and began laying them out and running through probabilities and other statistics in her head. Halfway through her routine, she flipped the TV on to a news station. Working with background noise could be useful.

But doing that just made her think of one of her first few times with Memphis when he tried to make her come while the news was blaring. A smile curled on her lips as she stared at the cards laid out in front of her. With a shake of her head, she reached for the remote to turn it off. As she was about to hit the power button, that gorgeous face she’d enjoyed staring at this morning appeared on the screen.

She turned the volume up and set the remote aside.

“Memphis Foster and his company might have thought they were out of hot water yesterday when the state of Nevada dropped charges against him and refiled them against Andrew Jenkins. But today he may just be right back in it. Everett Miller of Miller Holdings is filing suit for breach of contract and CNN sources say the Arizona DA has not ruled out criminal charges against Foster or other members of his team.”

Rylee stared slack jawed at the television. He hadn’t told her there was still a possibility of charges in Arizona. Why would he keep that from her? Her face warmed as anger seeped through her. She picked up her phone and tried to call him, but he didn’t answer. Huffing, she tossed the phone aside and scooped up her cards to shuffle them and lay out a hand once more.

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