Private High-Roller (All In #3)

Chapter 1

Robert’s voice cuts through my daydream, and I realize I’ve been staring at my eggs for five minutes.

“Shannon?”

We’re eating breakfast at the kitchen table, and Robert pauses with his coffee mug halfway to his mouth. His gray eyes study me.

“Where’d you go?”

“The casino.” There’s no point in lying. “I keep thinking about what Adrian did.”

It’s been ten days since Adrian left me shaking on the storage room floor, and the man has taken up permanent residence in my head.

It’s not Tony who consumes my thoughts, because Tony gave me exactly what I asked for when he bent me over his desk, stuffed my panties in my mouth, and used me until I screamed.

He sent me home with a mark that Robert traced with his fingers while I told him everything.

But Adrian denied me. He came on my face and walked out while I was still on my knees.

Ugh. I’ve touched myself three times this week imagining what he’d do to me if I went back. None of it helped. The pleasure was fine, but it wasn’t what I really wanted.

I keep picturing him looking down at me while he tells me I don’t get to come unless he says so.

Robert sets his mug down. He’s wearing sweats and a t-shirt because he plans to head to the gym shortly. Fifteen years of marriage, and he’s still the most handsome man I know with his distinguished silver hair and trim physique.

“Being denied turns you on,” he says, and it’s not a question.

God, I didn’t know how much it would turn me on. Being this wet over a guy who denied me seems insane.

“I’m obsessed with it. Or him. I don’t know which.”

He shifts in his chair, and I don’t need to look to know he’s hard.

His voice drops an octave. “Then go back.”

Heat pools between my legs so fast I squeeze my thighs together under the table. The yes is right there on my tongue, but I don’t want to seem too eager. I push my eggs around on my plate, twisting my wedding ring with my thumb.

“I mean it.” He holds my gaze. “Go. And when you come home, I’ll fuck you while you tell me every detail. Even if he edges you again, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”

Yep, that’s my messed-up, kinky husband. He wants me to get edged so he can be the one who gives me the orgasm when I’m desperate.

We’ve become something I don’t have a name for. The bored trophy wife who wandered into a seedy casino pretending she couldn’t cover her gambling losses. The husband who gets hard listening to what she did to “pay” them off.

“They might not be there if I just show up, and I don’t have Tony’s number.”

“So call the casino.”

He says it like it’s a simple solution, and I suppose it is. But if I call, that’s admitting that I’m aching for their cocks.

I’m not sure who I think I’m fooling.

Two hours later, I’m in my home office, pretending to read over the Wellington Foundation gala materials.

I’ve read the same paragraph six times. All I can think about is being fucked by Tony or Adrian.

My entire body aches, and at this point, I’d take either of their cocks. I’m not going to be picky.

I’m a filthy wife who can’t get enough.

Fuck it, I’m calling.

My fingers are dialing before I can talk myself out of it. The casino’s number is easy to find online.

A bored voice answers. “Goldpoint Casino.”

“I need to speak to Tony.” My voice doesn’t shake, which is a miracle considering my pussy is buzzing in anticipation. “He has something of mine.”

Probably my dignity, but who’s counting?

Ten minutes later, Tony calls back from a blocked number.

“Shannon.” The way he says my name makes my nipples harden. “I was wondering when you’d call.”

Cocky bastard.

“I didn’t say I was coming back.”

“Your voice says otherwise. And I have a proposition from Adrian.”

The debt fiction is still alive and well. Tony still believes I’m some desperate housewife who wandered into his casino and couldn’t cover her losses. He has no idea I could write a check for the whole place and not notice.

“Do I get to know what the proposition is?”

“It’s the kind that involves two of your holes stuffed at once.”

My brain short-circuits. Two holes. Simultaneously.

I’m trying to work out the logistics in my head, who goes where, what angle, but my body is way ahead of my brain.

I’m already wet and it’s already saying yes.

There’s a split second of can I even do that?

before my pussy votes yes with a clench that feels like a standing ovation.

There’s a smile in his voice. “Don’t make us wait too long. Adrian is eager.”

Adrian is eager.

Three words. My pussy does a victory lap. Robert is going to lose his mind when I tell him.

“I’ll think about it.”

Tony laughs. “You do that. Friday night at 8. My office. And Shannon?”

“Yes?”

“Wear something easy to remove.”

The line goes dead.

Holy fuck. Am I really going to do this?

My clit throbs, and my inner muscles clench. My pussy is making executive decisions without consulting me.

Yeah. I am.

When Robert gets home, I’m perched on the bedroom armchair, one leg bouncing, skin practically humming. I’ve changed outfits twice and I can’t stop biting my lip.

He pulls off his shirt as he comes in and grins at me. “You have that look.”

“I talked to Tony.”

Robert pauses with his hand in the waistband of his sweatpants. “And?”

“Friday night. Both of them.” Our gazes lock. “Together.”

He groans, and the idea is obviously one he likes. “What did you say?”

“That I’d think about it.” I stand and cross to him. “But I already know my answer. I just had to talk to you first.”

His hands find my waist. “What’s your answer?”

“Yes.” I press against him, and the hard ridge of his cock grinds against my belly. “I want them both at the same time.”

“Jesus, Shannon.” His forehead drops to mine. “Do you know what it does to me, hearing you say that?”

“Show me.”

He lifts me like I weigh nothing. By the time we hit the bed, we’re both frantic. I claw at his sweats while he yanks my sundress over my head. His mouth finds my neck and sucks gently before moving to my breast.

“Tell me again,” he murmurs against my skin. “Tell me what they’re going to do to you.”

“Two of my holes,” I gasp as his fingers find my pussy. “Both of them inside me at the same time.”

He groans and pushes two fingers inside me, curling them against that spot. I arch off the bed, grinding against his hand, chasing the orgasm that’s been simmering since Tony’s phone call.

“God, Robert, don’t stop, I’m so close—“

He pulls his fingers out.

My eyes fly open. “What the—“

He’s grinning at me. That wolfish, infuriating grin. His wet fingers hover an inch from my pussy, and my hips chase them uselessly.

“I shouldn’t let you come.” His voice is low and pleased. “Imagine waiting four more days.”

“You absolute bastard.”

He laughs and brings his fingers back, circling my clit in lazy loops that make my toes curl but aren’t quite enough. “How does it feel? Being right there and not getting it?”

“Like I’m going to murder you in your sleep.”

“Mmm.” He slides his fingers back inside me, three this time, and the stretch makes me gasp. He pumps them slowly, hitting that spot with every stroke until I’m panting and gripping the sheets and right at the edge again. My pussy clenches around his fingers and I’m about to tip over—

He stops. Again.

I make a noise that’s half scream, half whimper. “Robert!”

“Say please.”

“Please. Please please please.”

“That’s what you’re going to sound like Friday night.” He crawls over me and pushes his cock inside me in one long stroke, and I nearly cry from relief. “Except Adrian won’t give in this easily.”

“Robert, if you don’t let me come right now, I swear to god—“

“You’ll what?” He pushes deeper, grinding against that spot, and my threat dissolves into a moan. “You’ll drive forty-two minutes to a casino and let two other men try? Because baby, they’re not going to let you come either.”

He’s right. The bastard is absolutely right, and the thought of being denied by all three of them, my husband and two strangers, makes my pussy clench so hard Robert groans.

He fucks me hard, and the orgasm that’s been building and retreating tears through me so fast it catches me off guard. I come screaming his name, my nails raking down his back, my pussy clenching around his cock in pulses that leave me boneless and gasping.

We collapse together, breathing hard. Robert pulls me against his chest and presses his lips to my forehead. “You okay?” he murmurs, and I laugh because I’m so much better than okay.

As I lie there in the aftershocks, my brain still buzzing, I realize something. Robert isn’t just tolerating the denial kink. He gets off on controlling when I come, on being the one who decides if the torture stops. He and Adrian have more in common than either of them knows.

We’ve come a long way from the couple we were a few months ago.

I never knew my husband had this in him.

I never knew I did either. And in four days, I’m walking into that casino with two men waiting for me and a husband who’ll be counting every minute until I come home, desperate and dripping and ready to tell him everything.

My pussy clenches just thinking about it. Friday can’t come fast enough.