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her chair and grinned. “Okay, boys. Pay up.”
    All the men unbuttoned their shirts and Janine hungrily glanced around the table at the broad male chests being revealed. As her gaze fell on Sloan’s chest, she lingered, sending heat through him.
    In the next round, the betting progressed to the same stakes, but Jonas won. More important, Janine lost.
    Sloan stripped off his socks as he turned his gaze to her. She stood up and lifted her skirt a little, revealing bare white thigh above the lacy top of her black stocking.
    Damn, Sloan wished he’d known she was wearing stockings and a garter belt. He would have fantasized all evening. She tucked a finger under the top of the stocking and ran it around under the lace. He realized there were no garters holding it up. As she rolled the stocking down her long, sexy leg, his cock swelled, pressing painfully against the confines of his jeans. Well, maybe it was a good thing he hadn’t known after all.
    “I’m not sure that’s fair.” Jonas grinned as he watched her roll down the second stocking. “We’re all naked from the waist up and you’re just taking off your stockings.”
    She smiled. “Don’t be a sore winner.” She twirled one of her stockings, then crumpled it up and tossed it to him, then did the same with the other one.
    “When Janine loses, the winner gets the item of clothing she took off?” Sloan asked. “That’s a great bonus.”
    Jonas stroked one of the stockings against his cheek. “And still warm.”
    At Jonas’ words, Sloan couldn’t help thinking about Janine’s panties and what it would be like to have her toss them to him, still warm from her body. Possibly damp from excitement.
    Janine lost the next round, too, this time to Derek.
    Sloan stood up and dropped his pants while Jonas took off his socks. Janine rose and walked over to Derek.
    “I need a hand here.” She turned her back to him.
    He unzipped her dress and she turned around, then lowered it slowly over her shoulders. Sloan’s insides heated as the fabric drifted down her chest and over the swell of her breasts. It slipped farther down, revealing her black lacy bra. She pushed the dress over her hips, then released the garment. As it fell around her ankles, Sloan’s gaze shifted to the tiny scrap of lace that covered her womanhood. She stepped out of the pool of fabric and leaned over to grab her dress from the floor, which provided Sloan with a great view of her breasts. She handed the garment to Derek.
    When she turned and walked back to her chair, Sloan’s gaze locked on her perfect, round ass, practically naked except for the tiny triangle of black lace at the top of her thong. His gaze followed her delightfully swaying derriere as she walked back to her chair, then sat down. She crossed her legs and Sloan thanked heaven for his foresight at choosing the seat across from her, giving him a clear view of her entire scantily clad form.
    He rested his hand on his boxers, trying to hide his obviously rising erection. The other guys didn’t have the same problem yet, since they still had their pants.
    Jonas handed Sloan the deck of cards and he realized it was his deal. He shuffled and dealt, keenly aware of Janine’s seminude state and her gaze lingering on his boxers.
    Betting started with Derek. He pushed forward a green chip. Clothing. Janine glanced at her cards, then matched Derek’s green chip. When Jonas also slid forward a green chip without raising, Sloan smiled. He had three sevens, a probable win. He debated whether to raise to a Dare, but right now, more than anything else, he wanted Janine to lose another piece of clothing. When he revealed his hand, the guys groaned. More for effect, he suspected, since all the guys really cared about was whether Janine won or lost. And she’d lost another piece of clothing.
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    Extremely aware of three intense male gazes watching her, Janine drew in a deep breath as she reached around behind her back and