Stroke of Luck - Opal Carew Page 0,35

when I was sitting on his lap, that it … uh … stretches the fabric.”

April could feel Austin’s cock swell against her thigh.

“Okay,” he said a bit stiffly. “More information than what I asked for, but Quinn is always very thorough.”

Quinn laughed. “I could show them to you if you like.”

Austin raised a hand. “No. I’m good.”

Austin’s cock was still hard and pressed tightly against her. Her insides ached at the thought of touching it. Of gliding her fingers along its length, then squeezing gently.

She stood up and walked back to her chair.

* * *

Austin drew in a deep breath. After Quinn had made this crazy suggestion to have April perform requests for them, Austin had decided to use this opportunity to tear down Quinn’s barriers so that he’d realize how much he wanted April and act on those feelings. Unfortunately, Quinn had decided to tease Austin by having her do things to excite him.

And it was fucking working.

Why was Quinn playing with him like this?

Austin tried to will his aching cock to calm down. Fuck, if this kept up, he would fall prey to the potent desire building up inside him and turn this game around to get what his body wanted.

But he couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be right, and it would screw up his friendship—and his partnership—with Quinn.

It was Quinn’s turn to deal, so he picked up the deck and distributed five cards to each of them, then tossed in his ante. Austin and April followed suit.

After distributing additional cards and a quick round of bets, Quinn laid down four kings. He ignored the pile of chips he’d just won and turned his gaze to April, his eyes gleaming like a predator’s.

“April, come over here,” he said.

April stood up and walked toward him. Austin watched as Quinn gestured for her to lean closer and whispered in her ear.

April nodded.

“Austin, I’d like you to stand up for this,” Quinn said.

“Okay.” Austin stood up, wondering what Quinn was up to.

April drew her shoulders back, and her gaze shifted to Austin’s. A transformation came over her as her stance seemed to soften and her eyes grew sultry. She glided her hands down her body slowly. His heart pounded as her fingertips brushed the sides of her breasts. She continued following the gentle curve of her waist and down until her hands disappeared in the fullness of her skirt. Then she walked toward him.

Actually, it was more like she floated in a billowy cloud of soft fabric swaying around her hips and glistening blond hair cascading over her shoulders. Her movement was fluid and graceful, but oozing with sexual allure.

As she got close, her hands glided up her sides again. He held his breath, watching her fingers. Would they glide over her full breasts? Would she lift them? Squeeze the two mounds together, showing him more of a swell in her deep neckline?

Would she tweak the nipples so they visibly pushed against the fabric?

He sucked in a deep breath. Fuck, his imagination was running wild.

She stopped in front of him. Her sapphire eyes turned up to his.

She rested her hands on his shoulders and tipped up her face. They were close, but the difference in their heights, even with her high spike heels, left a good six inches between their lips. The scent of her apple blossom shampoo wafted through him. His body, already tight with need, ached to taste her.

She ran her hands down his lapels, then her fingertips glided over his shirt, caressing his chest. The warmth of her … the delicate feel of her touching him … set him ablaze. Then she wrapped one hand around the knot of his necktie and drew him toward her. Slowly.

His breath caught as their faces moved closer. His gaze locked on her lips, so full and pouty. He longed to feel them against his. Her tongue flicked out and glided over those full lips, making them glisten.

Oh, God, his cock swelled at the sight.

Then she stopped, their mouths a hairbreadth apart. He could feel the blood pulsing through him. A potent need settled deep in his gut. Time slowed as seconds—or was it minutes?—ticked by. All he knew was he was desperate to feel her mouth on his.

But instead of closing the distance, her tongue glided from her luscious lips and brushed his. He groaned at the delicate caress. His lips parted, and her tongue slid inside.

Oh, fuck! He pulled her against him, one arm around her waist, the other cupping