A sexy chuckle came from his lips. “A dime is a thousand euros, so ten thousand euros.”
“Why gamble when you’re a billionaire?”
“It’s not about the money but taking money from my boys. I’m a sick f**k like that.” He had me cradled into him, my body propped against his hard torso, my cheek on his neck.
When I’d worked as a bartender, I had nowhere to be in the morning, and now I missed that. I didn’t have to wake up to an alarm clock and rush out of his house to get to work. I could take my time, have some pancakes and d**k before I went home. “I borrowed your boxers…hope you don’t mind.”
I knew he smirked because it was audible in his voice. “You can keep them as long as I get to keep your panties next time.”
“What are you going to do with them?”
“That’s my business.” He started to g
