He wasn’t sure what had happened, but it was a Good Thing.
Somehow, he’d managed to roll the best of rolls, despite himself.
Dominque patted his chest, the simple gesture sending his libido into overdrive. “Break’s over. Let’s play some more.”
Mike found enough of his voice to croak out a reply. “Keep talking like that, and I won’t be able to make it back to the table.”
“Good.” She dropped her voice to a sultry tone. “It’ll make the rest of the evening interesting.”
She trotted back into the pub, leaving him leaning against the railing—breathless and wondering what the hell was about to happen.
By the time he was able to get his act together, everyone was seated again and eager to continue the session.
“Right then,” Dom said as if nothing had happened. “You enter the tunnel, assumin
