title: Strip Poker
author: Thorne, Olivia
description: VIC
  I can't deny it: I'm a hell of a guy. Hot bod... perfect face... billionaire... and I'm packin' some heat, if you know what I mean.
  I can't stick with any one chick - there's just too many good-lookin' ones out there.
  And then I saw her.
  She's pretty much my perfect woman... except she's a pain in my
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  ^*ing ass.
  My family hired her to reign me in from my poker-playing, hard-partying ways.
  Not gonna happen.
  But DAMN... what I wouldn't do to get her into bed and show her the time of her life...
  MONICA
  Vic is just about the most egotistical prick I've ever had to work with.
  Unfortunately, he's also extremely hot.
  And charming. And smart. And funny.
  And sometimes... occasionally... a really good guy deep down.
  But I got hired to tame his wild ways, and I have one rule: no sleeping with the client.
  Not gonna sleep with him.
  Nope.
  Never gonna happen.
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  Can a B.I.T.C.H. (Babe In Total Control of Herself) let her guard down enough to let the right one in?
  Can forbidden, nasty, hot-as-hell sex (with someone who drives you insane) lead to something more?
  It'll be fun finding out.
  Strip Poker is an erotic romance novel with a lot of bad boy romance thrown in. If you like bad boy romance books and erotic romance novels like Billionaire Obsession, then Strip Poker is for you!
  Book 2 in the Bad Boys Romance club! HEA, no cheating. Mature content and profanity. 90,000 words.
  He got a look in his eye, a dangerous look –
  And then he kissed me.
  Hard.
  First I felt shock.
  Then outrage!
  I pushed him back angrily.
  He looked so smug, like he was going to say something else –
  So I slapped him across the face.
  Hard.
  WHAP!
  Now it was his turn to look shocked.
  He stared back at me, his expression turning to rage.
  Meanwhile I was huffing and puffing, my chest heaving –
  And suddenly I realized how turned on I was.
  How good that kiss had been.
  How angry, and wrong – and alive.
  Fuck it.
  I lunged at him and kissed him back.
  HARD.
  From there it was a total free-for-all.
  He grabbed my ass with his massive hands and hoisted me into the air.
  I wrapped my legs around his waist.
  He slammed me down on the bed, the mattress squeaking beneath my back.
  As he kissed me hard again, I bit his lip.
  He pulled away, grabbed my blouse, and yanked. He ripped apart my bra’s front clasp and buried his face in my breasts, sucking greedily on my nipples.
  I arched my back and clawed at his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.
  Once he was free, he unbuttoned his shorts and yanked them – and his boxers – to the floor.
  OH MY GOD.
  He was already hard, and huge.
  And beautiful – thick and pink, with a slight curve to it and a swollen head.
  He got on top of me. I opened my legs wide, felt the bare skin of his tip press against me –
  I braced my hands against his shoulders to stop him from plunging in all at once. “Slow,” I said.
  He nodded as he guided the tip of with his hand and eased his weight down on top of me, his eyes staring into mine as he gently squeezed my breasts with both hands.
  I waited –
  He wasn’t going inside.
  Two seconds – five seconds – nothing.
  Jesus, the anticipation was killing me –
  “Not that slow,” I groaned.
  He laughed, then slowly began to press forward.
  Oh GOD.
  We continued to stare into each other’s eyes as he sloooooowly eased inside me… then withdrew… then slowly entered me more.
  After days of sexual tension… hating him but lusting after him… denying what I felt but what my body knew… the anticipation… the incredible hotness of it all –
  The deeper he inched inside me, the thicker he got.
  The more he filled me up, the more intense the sensations.
  I began to moan.
  Four inches in…. slowly ease out. Five inches in… slowly ease out.
  I was coming harder now, the fluttering pulses more rapid.
  Six inches in… slowly ease out. Seven inches in… slowly ease out.
  And he kept going. Easing in more and more, deeper and deeper…