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heat of his words, the memory of his mouth, soft and wet and open on hers. What in the hell was happening?
     
    She nodded and gave a little whimper, trying to concentrate. She was standing at a craps table in the middle of Caesar’s Palace and this man was practically bending her over the table in front of everyone. A slow flush heated her cheeks at the thought. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and she noticed the stickman noticing as he deposited the dice in front of her.
     
    “Does it make you wet?” Dorian whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, making her close her eyes with a silent plea for strength. She thought her knees were actually going to give out and was grateful for the weight of him behind her, pressing her flush against the table.
     
    “Yes,” she admitted, lips barely moving as she opened her eyes with a shuddery breath, blinking at the bright green felt on the table. He was right there, hands on either side of the table beside her, body snugged tight to hers, his mouth against her ear.
     
    “Win,” he whispered.
     
    “Dice back in play!” The stickman announced as Jodie reached for the dice in a trance. She wasn’t thinking about anything except Dorian when she rolled—his hands, his mouth, the hard press of his cock against the curve of her ass. Just his trousers and the thin material of her dress separated them, and everyone— everyone —was watching.
     
    “Ten easy! Big Dick!” The stickman shouted, making Jodie’s whole body flush with heat. She expected Dorian to say something, like he had about the stickman “short sticking” her, but he didn’t.
     
    “The six and the four,” Dorian murmured, chuckling. “They call it the ‘big dick.’”
     
    How fitting , she thought, all too aware of the man’s throbbing erection against her ass. She thought his kiss had been a surprise, making her instantly wet, but this was something else altogether. Her pussy wasn’t just wet, it was aching, pure torture between her thighs. It was overwhelming. It made her want him to fuck her. Right there. In front of everyone. Somehow the audience made the whole fantasy even hotter.
     
    “What’s that ‘come’ all about?” Jodie asked, watching people put more chips on the green felt in the section marked “come.”
     
    “If you’re a good girl, I’ll teach you about that later,” he replied, shifting his weight. It was a casual thing, but it made his cock rub against her ass. A little shiver went through her as she imagined him inside of her, impaling her, inch by glorious inch. She could imagine the already-shocked bridesmaids watching in horror and dismay as Dorian Cole bent her over, shoved up her skirt, yanked her panties aside, and just took her.
     
    “Now win for me,” Dorian whispered, his breath coming almost as fast as hers as the stickman called for last bets and slid the dice their way. No one could hear them over the crowd they’d drawn. It felt like the whole casino had surrounded the table to watch.
     
    His words thrilled her. Jodie picked up the dice, everything tingling, from the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes. She looked at the dice in her hand and asked them in her mind for a six. A pretty six, any way they wanted—two threes; or a one and a five; or a two and a four—it didn’t matter. As long as the numbers added up to six, she’d be happy. The whole table would be happy. Dorian would be happy.
     
    “Six easy, pay the line! Pay the line!” The stickman announced and the place erupted like they were at a concert and the main act had just taken the stage.
     
    “We won!” Kimber screamed, turning to Jodie and kissing her cheek. “Oh my fucking God, you lucky little dice whore, we won!”
     
    Jodie couldn’t help laughing as the girls all hugged, jumping around. People around the table smiled, high-fiving. Behind her, the man who had made her wet made her even wetter by grabbing her around the waist, burying his face in her