TONY: Slow Burn (Raging Fire Book 1) by Kallypso Masters (the false prince TXT) 📕

groaned. He was ready to chuck this game and strip the rest of their clothes off so he could make love to her right on this patio table, but he held himself in check. If she could make removing his shoes this hot, he couldn’t wait to see what she’d do with what came off next.

All too soon, she picked up his sandals, stood, and placed her winnings on her side of the table. Carm took her seat across from him again.

“Your deal, T.G.”

He intended to win this next round, and he couldn’t wait to remove that tank top from her. Did she wear a bra or was it built-in? He couldn’t wait to find out.

“I’ll ante up my beach shirt.”

“And I’ll bet my tank top.”

Tony’s gaze rested on her boobs for a long moment before he met her gaze with a slow smile. He shuffled and dealt the cards. Three of a kind. He had this win in the bag.

Unfortunately, her straight beat his hand. She stood slowly and walked around the table again. Tony remained seated until she took him by the arm and drew him to his feet. Her hands roamed the territory covered by his tropical-print shirt, front and back.

Carm undid the top button and placed a kiss at the widening vee. With each additional button, she placed another kiss until she reached the last one. She took the plackets of the shirt and spread them open, staring at his chest for the longest time.

“So incredibly hot.”

“I’m glad you like what you see, but I’d rather be looking at your naked chest right now.”

She chuckled before taking the shirt by the collar and letting it slide down his arms to the floor. He waited for her next move but didn’t have to wait long.

She lowered her mouth to his pecs for her after-kisses. Her tongue darted out and flicked over his nipple as she made her first pass. He held his breath and waited. Carm took her time as she ministered to his other nip before she trailed her tongue over the center of his six-pack to his belly button. Her tongue laved his innie thoroughly and then blew cool air over where her tongue had been. As if anxious to remove his shorts, she then laid a row of kisses above the waistband of his Bermudas.

Abruptly, she halted her foray and returned to her seat, ignoring the sound of his frustrated groan. She sat down and grinned at him, wide-eyed as if totally innocent. Tony took his seat again.

She shuffled the cards. “Dealer calls deuces wild.”

Tony announced that his ante this time would be those damned shorts. She stuck with her tank top and quickly dealt the cards then took a look at her hand. He didn’t know her poker face well enough to know if she had a good hand, a bad hand, or was bluffing.

Good call. She was one card away from a straight flush with the help of one deuce.

“I’ll take one card,” he said. He didn’t care what hand he got this time, he intended to throw it away for the win. There wasn’t even a single pair in his hand.

Carm glanced up at him as if to scrutinize him then dealt him the replacement card.

“Dealer takes one as well.” She flipped up the corner of the card she’d dealt herself but gave nothing away with her expression.

“Well, principessa…” With dramatic flair, Tony laid down his ace of clubs followed by an ace of hearts. He tossed the other three inconsequential cards on the table. “I’m sure you can beat my pair of aces. I was hoping to draw another ace.” Of course, he had, but if he confessed that, she’d know he’d thrown the hand.

“I won!” Her expression of joy warmed his heart. “Sorry. That wasn’t a very professional response, but nobody ever said I was a poker pro.”

“Not until you show me your cards, lady.”

With equal flair, she delivered the proof, laying down each card in its turn. Two-Jack-Queen-Two-Ace.

“I’d say you chose the perfect time to call deuces wild, principessa.”

She shrugged off his comment with a grin. “Rules are rules, and that’s the only one I laid down in this game—so it’s totally fair.”

“Absolutely.”

“On your feet, T.G.”

Tony stood, arms held away from his body. “All yours, ma’am.”

Carm took her time and came around the table slowly as if inspecting him. She stroked his shoulders as if intending to take her time reaching her destination.

He’d been looking forward to these next kisses ever since she’d licked his belly button. “You already had your chance up here. Now plant that sexy mouth of yours on my Bermudas’ zipper.”

“Don’t get bossy. I’m in charge of when and where.”

Carm continued to make a slow circle around him as if trying to choose the best spot to place her kiss. Then she kneeled in front of him, stared into his eyes, and undid the button before slowly starting to slide the zipper down. Would she be surprised by what she’d find? She placed her before-kiss just above the zipper’s opening. Then she turned her focus to his crotch and inched the zipper down until he heard her gasp.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Tony had made the right call to go commando while preparing for this poker game. Thoughts of having her mouth on his cock in a few moments made him hard and ready.

Her sharp intake of breath the moment she discovered that he wore nothing under his shorts made him grin. He’d already received his before-kiss. Tony waited.

But she didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry. She hooked the waistband with her thumbs and skimmed the Bermudas down his legs. His cock sprang out within inches of her mouth, but she ignored it. Instead, her lips went to his outer hip and, with the help of her tongue, laid a trail of hot kisses across the top of his thigh to the inside then down his leg to his knee.

Carm moved over to his