I took a deep breath, wondering what I'd got my-self into. I should tell Sebastian that this wasn't going to happen, I hated losing, and most of all I hated casinos. I had a feeling that he knew exactly what was going to happen next; I had been naive thinking that I had the up-per hand. As they called for the last bidder I wondered if Sebastian knew that he was about to win. "You're not tricking me are you?"Sebastian smirked, wordlessly answering my ques-tion, which should in itself have made me want to leave the table. But my feet felt as if they were stuck in quick-sand as curiosity got the better of me. Sophia's brother had filled out and was so fucking hot. Like too hot. He was once a spotty little kid that used to hang on to my every word. That was back when we'd first met, when Sophia was my roommate back in college. Since then he'd filled out, and judging by the tight biceps that were holding onto me, in more places than one.I could smell his strong musk, and as I tu

"My, my, my, we are really serious," I sighed as I made to sit next to her. Then she darted to the Red, White, and Blue machine, as if her odds were better on those slots. She didn't realize that she was a winner al-ready. Maybe not on the slots, but with me later on. "Wow, you're going for gold! Trying to figure out which one has the biggest payout. Do you have your room card?" She nodded. "Sure when we checked in, it was my first question.""How to win on the slots? Really?" She laughed, "You know when I do find a ma-chine; you're playing too. I'm not doing all this research for nothing."I wasn't a slot-machine kind of guy. I didn't mind watching her, but the whole idea of participating didn't appeal to me. "You can't just sit and watch me!"I think my stare gave her the impression that I could. She didn't wait for a response, so I blurted out, "The problem with slot machines is the fact that they don't feature the best payback." I just wanted to warn her in cas

"Where you going?" he called out after I had spent one dollar and won absolutely nothing. Which was more than could be said for him. He seemed to win every sin-gle time he put money in the machine, which wasn't of-ten. I had even made us switch machines at one point because I was sure that his one was the winning one whereas I was on the losing machine. He pointed out that there was no such thing, and the slot machine was all about luck. Something that I ob-viously didn't possess. "You're not upset because you haven't won any-thing are you?"I shook my head as he held onto my hand. I thought maybe he would pull me in for a kiss like he had done before at the wheel. Instead, he let go of me and turned his attention to the slots. I was more upset about the kiss that he had promised if he won.Was he toying with me?One minute he was all over me and the next, he was all over the damn slots that he never wanted to play in the first place. Even when he gave me the kiss, it was o

After dinner, we went back on the casino floor. I tried to catch Sebastian's attention, but just as soon as I'd managed to make him ignore the slot machines, his friends managed to steer him away from me. I shouldn't have felt jealous, but they were passing champagne around on the casino floor as if it was water. I'd had two for every one that Sophia got hold of before we saw the guys. He was my best friend's younger brother, so why was it that by filling out and growing taller he had got me all hot and bothered? And I didn't mean that my heart beat faster or that I felt like some teenage girl with a huge crush on a quar-terback. This was completely different. Those blue eyes that used to look at me as if I was some supermodel that rocked into his sister's room were the same eyes that still stared at me. But back then it was cute. Now it just made me horny. I'd thought that I was dead down there. I couldn't remember the last time I had any action. And as we reached his table a

What a chump!What had just happened?I'd had her in my arms. Kissing her like there was no tomorrow. My cock wanted to come inside her so badly, but then it had hit me. This was Emma Edwards. Dr. Emma Edwards. Not some girl that I had just picked up at the bar, in the casino, or at the party, but a girl that I thought I would one day make into my wife. She didn't even know that. She thought that I had some crush on her, that I thought about just her body. But there was more going on inside my mind and my heart than just that. I knew from the moment I kissed her, from the urgency that was rushing through my body, that after tonight, after it was all said and done, I would want more. So much more. She thought of me as the snotty kid that wanted to get into football when everyone had said I wasn't tall enough or wasn't strong enough to make it. But that's determination for you. I couldn't adjust my height, but I could adjust my body. I knew what I wanted to be and I wrote to