Sated for the moment, we headed off for dinner and a bit of ill-advised gambling at the casino downstairs.
I say ill-advised because we really didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to what we were doing. This was mainly because we were so wrapped up in each other – kissing, giggling and touching the whole time. For a while we played the slots and I have no idea how much money went into the machine because Ben’s hand was on my butt and he was kissing me half the time. The wheels would spin and my stomach would turn over as he ran his fingers lightly up and down the smooth fabric of my dress, gently outlining the crack of my ass. All I could think about was his tongue, licking where his fingers trailed…
This is an excerpt from “Blackjack”, a new Wicked Ways letter featured at For The Girls.