Somewhere at the back of her mind she felt a sense of betrayal and anger in that moment.
"Let's change it to two daiquiris per round! I can't keep playing with natural poker players sober!"
"You do realize I can barely hold my liquor and fuck Freda's Daiquiris already strong, they hit you different after a minute."
Athena turned to Arsenio, the lust dancing in her eyes. Watching him without his shirt was doing things to her insides. She was no longer in control of her arousal. Biting down on her lower lip she whispered, " It's like the promise of hot sex and a screaming orgasm between sheets. You know it's not probably not good for you but the promise is so… tempting" Athena said it with emphasis.
"That one can barely fathom no to be… musk?"
Christian walked in that very moment. His feet landing directly on the floor of the open balcony. He heard her. He heard the lust in her voice when she said it. It aroused and angered him at the same time.
