Jasmine Plays Her Hand (Fantasy Guild No. 1) Read Online Free Page A

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men focused on the game, to give Jasmine the full fantasy she
requested. He had to remind them repeatedly when it was their turn
to make a bet, or tell them they hadn’t put in their ante.
    And it wasn’t like Geoff wasn’t having
difficulties of his own. Jasmine noticed him repeatedly shifting in
his chair, obviously trying to relieve the pressure growing between
his legs.
    She had her own pressure growing down below.
Her mouth was slightly open and her breath came in increasingly
shallow bursts. Kyle squeezed her ass and stroked over her hip, ran
down her thigh and up again. He teased the edge of her skirt,
lifting it slightly, toying with uncovering more and more
flesh.
    This was heating up, and fast. Maybe too
fast.
    Geoff cleared his throat loudly. “I can
appreciate your fascination with our lovely server, gentlemen, but
we have a game going here and I, for one, intend to play it.”
    The other men jerked their gazes away from
Jasmine and turned to Geoff, several of them looking irritated.
    Geoff shuffled the cards. “So, if Jasmine’s
up for it, I have an idea how to handle this tricky situation.”
    Kyle dropped his hand from Jasmine’s ass.
Pity, she thought. However, she was more interested in what Geoff
was about to propose.
    “I think we need to bring some order to this
thing,” Geoff said. “Easy enough. I suggest that whoever wins a
hand, is given the option of passing some time with Jasmine, here
at the table, lasting the length of the next hand. Then the winner
of that hand can entertain the lovely lady. And so on. Make
sense?”
    The men nodded, looked over at Jasmine with
no small amount of expectation in their eyes.
    “Jasmine?” Geoff asked.
    Her palms had gone damp. This was all Geoff’s
idea. They hadn’t discussed this when she talked to him about her
fantasy. Well, his idea sounded like it had serious promise.
    “I’m willing,” she said.
    The men seemed to sit up a bit straighter
after her answer.
    The man in his twenties who was dressed
similarly to Kyle (his name, she learned, was Sean), leaned forward
in his chair. “When you say ‘pass some time’ with Jasmine, what
exactly does that mean?”
    Geoff sighed. “It means you can work it out
with her, if you ever get the chance. The way you’re playing, you
never will.”
    “I was distracted,” Sean said. “Now there’s a
reason to pay attention. Deal the cards.”
    Geoff riffled through the deck one more time.
“Here we go then.”
    Jasmine stepped back and perched on a bar
stool, avidly watching the men play. She privately admitted some
disappointment when Geoff folded early in the hand. By the turn
bet, Sir and Kyle had folded also. It came to a showdown between
Michael and Sean at the river.
    Jasmine recognized the aggression in Sean’s
play. She’d seen it before in young men who learned to play the
game on the Internet. Sean wanted to push Michael off the pot.
Minutes ticked by as they debated their moves. Michael eventually
surprised Sean and called his bet.
    Michael was the victor with a flush. He raked
his winnings into a sloppy pile in front of him then looked
straight at Jasmine. “I believe the spoils belong to me, no?”
    Her stomach tightened and a thrill fluttered
in her chest. She walked up next to Michael, who wasted no time in
reaching out and untying the bottom of her shirt.
    “I’m so glad I won,” he said. “This style
didn’t suit you at all.” He slowly peeled back the shirt and
revealed the entirety of her pretty breasts, her nipples already
straining, perky.
    She shrugged out of the shirt and let it fall
to the floor. Michael pushed his chair away from the table a short
way and patted his lap. Jasmine sat down sideways. He put an arm
around her waist, and his free hand cupped her breast.
    The poker game continued around them, the men
silent and intent, only speaking when it was time to bet. The
intensity in the room had raised a hundred fold since Geoff had
enacted this new aspect of the