Chapter 3
Blake walked Seven into the larger-than-life Mardi Gras bead, otherwise known as the Karaoke Lounge. Glass walls and glass tables reflected light as if you stood inside a diamond, and allowed for a great view of the stage from almost anywhere on the casino floor.
Blake hadn’t been able to believe his eyes when she’d opened her door. His d**k had been much faster at processing what he’d been seeing than his brain, and it strained against the top elastic of his boxer briefs once again at the memory. She hadn’t played fair at all.
This was crazy. What the hell was she thinking, showing him her vibrating dildo with that damned smile? Now all he could see was her thoroughly enjoying herself with that smile on her face. Without him.
He glanced at her as they walked through the thro
