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might’ve been unaware that he was one of the owners of the club. 
    “M...Mr. Kade,” she sputtered, eyes still huge. “What a coincidence. What are you doing here?”
    So, she evidently didn’t know William owned this club. Good. This meant she was now off balance, and William decided not to confront her about her little stunt with the wallet, but to toy with her. Just like she’d done with him at the Dunn party. 
    The three other men at the table and the dealer observed their exchange with amusement. 
    “Finish this game,” William said to the players and dealer, continuing to keep Ivy caged in and dipping his head to speak into her ear. “Then Ivy and I will play alone.” 
    “Yes, sir.” The dealer nodded.
    Ivy was immovable in his arms, remaining stoic, but he could see her chest heaving with irregular breaths. And William found an unholy delight in tormenting her like this. In pushing this lady’s boundaries.
    They were on his territory now. Ivy had entered the lion’s den.
    As William instructed, the game was completed with the dealer winning, and the other men scampered away.
    Then William lowered his mouth to her ear again. “It’s not a coincidence at all, Ivy. I own this club.”
    He could’ve sworn that she cursed quietly under her breath. This lady had a few unladylike habits, which seemed to increase his interest in her by the minute. 
    And while he wanted to continue to make Ivy feel trapped between his arms, he moved to sit very close next to her and pulled his billfold from his pocket, peeling off a couple of notes and throwing twenty dollars into the betting box.
    Ivy eyed his bet – clearly wondering whether or not she should bet that huge an amount – and matched it with her own bill. Usually, blackjack was only played with coins in his club, but he wanted to test Ivy, to see how far she’d go before giving up.
    “Deal,” he ordered, and the dealer shot into action. 
    Ivy received a nine and a five. 
    William had an ace and an eight.
    The dealer’s cards consisted of a six and a king.
    William angled his body slightly toward Ivy and reached for her leg under the table, boldly resting his palm on her thigh.
    She arched a brow, and one of her hands also slid under the table, mirroring his action. “Hit me,” she told the dealer, obviously hoping she wouldn’t get a card higher than seven because then she would lose, reaching over twenty-one.
    Her hand was burning through his trousers, and in reaction, he inched his higher on her thigh. 
    She did the same, stopping close to his crotch.
    They were definitely not just playing blackjack but were playing each other. William leaned in toward her face, checking the room with a quick glance and verifying that they were hidden in the corner by the many regulars walking around. And because he couldn’t refuse her pull, he curled his hand on her thigh, letting his fingers touch between her legs – she inhaled sharply.
    He kept provoking her, tracing the thumb of his other hand over her lush lower lip, then dipping inside briefly. “If you don’t stop caressing me, then I’m going to take what you’ve been silently offering me since we met.” He removed his thumb and licked it, tasting her, as a flush of scarlet crept up her throat.
    The dealer remained professional and ignored their position, placing another card on Ivy’s stack: a three. So now, Ivy had seventeen, as opposed to William’s eighteen. 
    At its own volition, William’s nose stroked down the soft skin of her cheek as he inhaled her sweet fragrance. Ivy turned her head and their lips touched. Then she tentatively also started to rub up and down William’s thigh. This woman didn’t believe in giving in; she wanted him to cave first.
    William’s cock was hardening in his pants. Her honeyed smell and daring touch excited him. 
    He hoped the dealer would bust.
    The dealer drew himself another card and did bust, losing with a seven. 
    “I win,” William said