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take another selfie with me. My choice of time and place.”
    She
looked at him, considering. “And if I don’t crap out?”
    “You
keep that.” He nodded at the pile of chips—minus his thirty-five thousand
dollar bet on craps—still sitting on the table.
    “Oh
no. No way.” She felt the blood drain from her face at the thought of that kind
of money. “I can’t take that.”
    “Why
not? You earned it, shooter.” He laughed. “Besides, if you’re right and you
crap out, you won’t have to take it.”
    Jodie
blinked at the pile of chips and tried to imagine how her life would change if
she had that kind of money. And then she remembered that incredible kiss, his hands
on her ass, mouth slanting across hers, and the heat that flooded her at the
memory was enough to turn her cheeks rosy. She turned away from Dorian, not
wanting him to see her flushed face, watching chips being tossed everywhere on
the table. Word had spread about the lucky shooter.
    Before
she knew it, the dice were back in front of her again and she picked them up in
one hand, not sure what she should ask for. If she threw a seven or eleven,
Dorian would insist on giving her the money he’d made on her rolls. If she
crapped out, he’d double his thirty-five thousand dollar bet on the
table—and he’d win a selfie of the two of them, taken whenever, wherever
he wanted.
    She
tingled all over at that, wondering what he was up to—but she knew the
general direction he was going, considering the way he pulled her into the
saddle of his hips as they stood at the table, two puzzle pieces, almost but
not quite fitting together. Just a little nudge, and then…
    “What
do you want me to roll?” she glanced back at him, feeling the eyes of everyone
at the table trained on her. The casino was still loud, lively, but the table
was quiet, waiting for her.
    “I
want you. ” His whispered words made her breath catch in her throat, his
fingers digging into her hipbones. “And I intend to have you—no matter
what you roll.”
    She
threw the dice, not caring what they came up, knowing that either way, she won.
Turning, she snaked her arms around his neck before pressing her lips to his.
She wanted him to know—she wanted him too. There was nothing else in the
world she wanted more, nothing else she could think about. It could have been
all the drinks, or the excitement of rolling the dice, winning all that money,
but it wasn’t any of that. This man, this Dorian Cole, wanted her— her, Jodie Miller. She was desirable, wanted. After everything that had happened
over the past week, that was enough.
    The
moment their mouths met, she was lost again, just like she had been before.
Jodie moaned as his tongue touched hers, not gentle but insistent, mimicking
the motion she knew he wanted to be making between her legs, a hot, desperate
rut. His hands moved from her lower back to her hips, stilling her tiny thrusts
as he broke their kiss. She looked at him, breathless, her chest heaving.
    “Snake
eyes!” the stickman called out. She heard the hint of relief in his voice, and
the way he tried to cover that up.
    “I’m
so glad I didn’t bet!” Kimber exclaimed.
    Jodie
came back slowly, leaning against Dorian as he collected his seventy-thousand
dollars in chips. She’d crapped out. Her run as the shooter was over. She’d
disappointed them all. But none of that mattered, because she’d won. She’d won
the most important thing, the thing she’d wanted most. And it had taken the
roll of the dice to make her realize what it was she really wanted.
    “Forty
minutes of rolling without a devil, sweetheart.” The stickman dropped her a
wink. “That was a hell of a run.”
    Dorian
cashed out, tipping the dealers, and Kimber yanked Jodie’s arm, pulling her
aside. She barely had enough time to grab her little clutch off the ledge. At
the table, the game continued on, a new shooter taking up the dice at the other
end.
    “What
the hell, Jodie?” Kimber