The Christmas Bet
Saint by day. Sinner by night. Only a Christmas bet can save me.
From the moment she crashes into me, spills my drink, and tries to wipe my crotch clean, I know I want her.
But there are rules. By day, I’m Owen Driscoll, culinary investor and one of New Orleans’ elite. At night, however, I’m part of a secret society whose members are united under the shared lifestyles of wealth and dark fetishes: The Blackjack Club. My romantic escapades are limited to those bound by the confidentiality of The Club because outsiders are a financial, reputational, and emotional risk.
Tabby Rickard is most definitely an outsider. Her curvy figure, sharp wit, and quirky creativity don’t fit into my world—and that makes her dangerous to me. To us all.
The beast inside me doesn’t care. I must have her, must claim her as my own, to dominate her stubborn will and take her to the brink of insanity.
A hand of cards will seal our fate.
Will our Christmas bet be naughty or nice? Or will it bankrupt us all?
Highly engaging story with humor, multi-dimensional characters, 3 alarm fire sex with the best description of “subspace” I’ve ever read, a vindictive wench from the club, and an awesome ending. I loved it!Maria L
The Christmas Bet is a sexy, sassy and fun read. A well written book that has an interesting plot and complex characters.Gladys
“Fuck. You’re wet for me.”
Tabby moaned as I fondled her opening just enough to stimulate another moan before I circled back up to the hooded bead of nerves at the top of her folds. Experimentally, I tapped. Her moan grew higher, more urgent as I repeated the action. Flicking the hood out of the way, I tapped again. She exhaled harshly, and nails clawed into my arms. Mild pain erupted up to my elbows, cracking my determined restraint to ease into the seduction, and I snarled as I dropped low to scoop her up. I had her flat on her back atop the standard hotel bed before she could emit her shriek of surprise.
“Lift,” I commanded, hooking my fingers into the sides of her panties and jerking them downward. She obeyed and raised her hips, and I wrenched the underwear past her knees to her ankles. She started to unhook a foot through a leg hole, but I shook my head and grabbed her ankle. “Oh, no. No, no, no. You don’t move unless I tell you.”
“But how are we supposed to… ohhh…”
I circled her clit before pinching it between my fingers, eliciting an airy, high-pitched moan from her.
“The only thing I want to hear from you,” I said, making sure she understood just how serious I was, “is that moan.”
She looked up at me through wide eyes, giving her the expression of innocence that sent my cock into spasms. After a long, slow swallow, she nodded.