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neck and breathing deep.
     
    “You lucky little dice whore,” he whispered, kissing her neck, the words sounding completely different out of his mouth than they had coming out of Kimber’s.
     
    “Your winnings, sir.” The dealer nodded toward the equal stack of five-thousand-dollar chips he’d put on the table next to the first. Jodie felt faint realizing they represented ninety thousand dollars, all put together.
     
    “Parlay.” Dorian didn’t take his nose out of Jodie’s neck, where he was making her cotton panties so wet it was shameful. “We’re still going.”
     
    “I’m sorry sir.” The dealer shook his bald head, pushing the chips off the pass line toward him. “There’s a fifty-thousand max on the pass line.”
     
    “You won’t let it ride?” Dorian’s head came up and Jodie shivered at the tone of his voice. He didn’t sound happy at that—not at all.
     
    “Let me make a call.” The dealer reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. They watched him make the call as the stickman called for people to place their bets. She couldn’t believe it was still her—she was still rolling. How long had it been?
     
    “Sir, this is…” The dealer got quiet, listening, glancing up toward the ceiling. Jodie followed his line of sight and realized he was looking at a camera. Of course, they were all over the casino. “Ninety thousand… That’s right… Yes, sir.”
     
    “We’ll let it ride, Mr. Cole,” the dealer said with a smile, sliding the chips all back onto the pass line. Just that action made Jodie feel a little ill. “Ninety on the pass.”
     
    “Holy fuck,” Kimber whispered beside her. “Jodie, if you crap out…”
     
    “Shut up.” Jodie nudged her, throwing her a withering glance. “Don’t you dare jinx me!”
     
    But there was no such thing as luck, right? It was all math—statistics. So what were the chances that she could keep rolling and winning? The casino would know the odds.
     
    Oh my God, that’s why they let him make the bet. They knew he was going to lose!
     
    “Dorian…” It was the first time she’d said his name out loud and it felt good, right, in her mouth. “Maybe you shouldn’t…”
     
    “Let’s ride it out.” He shifted against her, so damned hard she actually made a little noise in her throat at the feel of him. “Isn’t it exciting?”
     
    Nodding, she had to admit, it was. In so very many ways.
     
    “Seven or eleven,” he reminded her softly once bets were placed and the dice were pushed their way, but she knew.
     
    She was already telling the dice what she wanted them to do in her head as she picked them up off the felt in one hand. She saw several people were betting against her. It wasn’t just possible that she would throw craps—it had to be more than a probability. Ninety thousand dollars. That much money could have paid her college loans with enough left over to buy a small house.
     
    “Win, Jodie.”
     
    Oh my God, her name, he said her name and it moved over her like a caress. She took a breath, closed her eyes, and threw the dice. She imagined them bouncing off the “rubber alligator,” as the stick man had described the corrugated rubber backing on each end of the table, bouncing, landing…
     
    “YO! Eleven!”
     
    Kimber screamed so loud beside her Jodie thought she might have actually gone deaf in her right ear for a minute. The girls jumped up and down like little kids and everyone surrounding the table cheered. The only people who grumbled were the people who had bet against her. Dorian laughed, turning her in his arms and planting a very big kiss on her lips in the excitement.
     
    She broke it off quickly, too afraid of what Kimber and the triplets would say, but the memory of his mouth swept through her instantly, turning her legs to Jell-O and her nipples to glass, and she wanted more. More, more, more.
     
    “Can you do it again?” His eyes brightened.
     
    She laughed. “I’m not