“Surely you understood when the first hand was dealt this was a risk.”
“That you would cheat and wear more clothing? No, I really hadn’t thought that far ahead.” He took another sip of his drink as he contemplated the silken skin of her rounded bottom parked on the green baize of the gaming table.
“Cheat? Me? As if you have any room to talk. Your less-than-subtle signals to your friends to fold was hardly above board.”
“Well. They’re gone. You should thank me for the favor.”
“Thank you? Whatever for?”
“They won’t be here to witness my capitulation to your superior gamesmanship, love.”
“Yes, there is that. I’d like to collect my prize now, if you don’t mind.”
“By all means, please do.” Utterly bereft of clothing, the loser leaned back in his chair, revealing his aroused interest to her view.
She stood, pulling the corset’s laces slowly, teasing his erection with the trailing ends.
He could take no more; he pressed her back onto the table, pushing himself deeply into her warmth again and again. Her legs around him, chips and cards flew as she came and he followed.
“I won,” she sighed.
Sated, he smirked. “Me too.”
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Words: 200
Originally submitted to Sinful Sunday—Week 42 via Rebecca Grace Allen
Photo prompt: origin unknown | Word prompt: tease
Awarded Honorable Mention
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