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Brooke s scoffing question grated on her nerves. There was no  just about it Melanie
couldn t force Sam to do something he didn t want to do.
 You can t give up, Brooke insisted.  Some men have to be pushed into action. Get
him to lose his control, and you ll have him.
 I ll have him through manipulation, which is cheating. Stopping just inside the
hotel doors, she balanced on one foot and then the other to remove the strappy heels
she d worn for David and Jovanna s wedding. Nearby, the elevator doors whooshed
open. Melanie started toward the elevator but out in the casino, somebody cheered at
the clink of coins pouring from a slot machine.
 Hey, Melanie said, interrupting Brooke s lecture on the topic of women deciding
their own fate.  I m going to go. I ll call you tomorrow.
Before Brooke could object, she ended the call and turned off her phone with a sigh.
The casino beckoned, promising an opportunity to wander aimlessly, too stimulated by
lights and sound to have mental space for thinking about Sam. Swinging her strappy
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heels in one hand, she ducked into the hotel lounge for a drink and caught sight of the
very same person she wanted to avoid.
Sam was so many things she hadn t found with her high school and college
romances. Intrigued by the possibilities, intrigued by him, she wanted him like she d
never wanted anybody else. She wanted to know him.
Even though she knew Brooke s suggestion was a bad one, Melanie paid for her
margarita and circled around to approach Sam from behind. He sat at a poker table
with a pair of jacks, a pair of sevens and an ace in one hand and a drink in the other
hand. When she reached him, she dropped her shoes on the floor and slid her arm
around his waist. Sam tensed and turned his head to see her but he didn t move away.
Instead, he looked back to his cards.
 That s impressive, she said, resting her chin on his shoulder and her hand on his
fly. His cock started to thicken and swell, which she encouraged with a little squeeze.
Her pussy softened in response to the memory of him taking her, big and deliberate
between her legs.
Melanie rubbed her face against the side of his neck and breathed in his spicy scent.
 Your pile of chips, I mean. What re you going to do with it if you win?
 Hire a nanny to keep you out of trouble. He repositioned her fingers to his belt
and pushed a stack of plastic chips to the center of the table.  Douglass can t keep you
in line either?
 I didn t offer him any authority over me. Why aren t you married? She ignored
his belt and drew her fingernails along the line of his growing erection, enjoying his
obvious discomfort and equally obvious physical response to her undisguised flirtation.
And just because she enjoyed poking the tiger with a stick, she added,  You re getting
up there in years.
He discarded his ace and collected another card from the dealer.  Are you calling
me old, little girl?
She shrugged and wiggled her hand deeper between his legs to cup his testicles.
 I m not a little girl. And you, well. You re on David s guest list. He s not exactly college
frat boy age anymore.
The dealer cleared his throat.
 Quiet, Sam said to her. But he didn t move her hand this time.
Quiet meant quieter, right? While Sam did what he needed to do with his hand of
cards, she gathered all her courage and whispered in his ear,  I want you to dominate
me again. Tell me more about your dungeon. Let me see it when we get back to New
York.
His abs tensed hard beneath her arm and his cock jumped against her palm.
 You don t know what you want, he replied, too low for anybody but her to hear.
 You prove that to me over and over again.
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 I do know. I want you. I want to submit to you. You re the one who devalues my
decision by refusing to acknowledge it as legitimate.
 Fold. Sam put his cards down on the table, pocketed his remaining chips and
pulled her off him. Turning on the stool, he met her eyes.  I m thirty-six. You re what,
seven? You re a little girl.
 Hmm. Well, you were checking out my tits down by the pool yesterday. And the
day before that you had your dick in my 
 Melanie, he warned.
 Well, you did. Does that make you a pedophile? Flashing another smile, she tilted
her head in the direction of the crowded bar.  And does that mean you re going to call
the cops on the guy who made my margarita a double?
 No cops, Sam said after a minute. He picked up her drink and sniffed it before
handing it to a passing waitress.  But I am going to make him wish he d chosen a
different career path. Right after I get you locked away in your room. Come on. You re
drunk.
He stood and they weren t eye level anymore. Sam had half a dozen inches on her
even when she was wearing heels. Standing in front of him barefoot, she had direct
access to his muscular chest. The neck of his shirt was unbuttoned. The glimpse of dark
hair enticed her. Melanie fingered a button on his shirt, wondering about the texture
and pattern over the rest of his body.
 I m not drunk. She wasn t, but she stooped to retrieve her shoes anyway. A little
buzzed, sure, but her judgment was as clear as her vision, and she had Sam squarely in
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