Free The Marriage Bargain by Jennifer Probst Page A

seemed so disappointed he lost the battle and chuckled. “How about we play for something more interesting?”
    “I don’t play strip poker.”
    “I meant favors.”
    His statement caught her attention. Her teeth caught her bottom lip. He watched the action with pure pleasure.
    “What kind of favors?” she asked.
    “The first one to win three full hands gets a free favor from the other. It can be used any time, like a voucher.”
    Her face lit up with interest. “You can use the favor toward anything? No rules?”
    “No rules.”
    The challenge drew her in like a pure-blooded gambler on the scent of a long shot. He sensed his victory even before she agreed. Nick practically licked his lips as she consented, and knew for the next few months he’d finally have the control he needed in this marriage.
    She dealt. He almost laughed at the obvious outcome, but he refused to be merciful. She threw one card out and scooped up a replacement.
    He laid down his cards. “Full house.”
    “Two jacks. Your deal.”
    Nick gave her credit—she refused to buckle. Kept her emotions firmly hidden. He bet her father taught her, and if not for Nick’s past experience, she’d be a hell of a player to beat. She tossed down a pair of aces and surrendered gracefully to his three fours.
    “One more hand,” he said.
    “I can count. My deal.” Her fingers flew over the cards. “So, where’d you learn poker?”
    He viewed his hand nonchalantly. “Buddy of mine kept a weekly game. It was a good excuse to do some serious drinking and hanging out.”
    “Always thought you were more the chess type.”
    He tossed in a card and replaced it. “I’m good at that, too.”
    She gave an unladylike snort. “Show.” She displayed her straight and triumph gleamed in her eyes.
    He almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
    “Good hand.” He offered her a cocky grin. “But not good enough.” He threw down four aces. Then stretched his legs out in front of him and leaned back. “Nice try, though.”
    She gaped in astonishment at his cards. “The odds on four aces in five card stud are…oh my God, you cheated!”
    He shook his head and made a tsking sound. “Come on, Al, I thought you were a better competitor. Are you still a sore loser? Now about my favor…”
    Nick wondered if actual steam leaked from her pores. “Nobody can get four aces unless he palmed the cards. Don’t lie to me, because I was thinking of doing it myself!”
    “Don’t accuse me of something you can’t prove.”
    “You cheated.” Her tone held a twist of wonderment and horror. “You lied to me on our wedding night.”
    He snorted. “If you don’t want to pay your debt, say so. Just like a woman to be a bad loser.”
    She squirmed with hot-blooded emotion. “You’re a swindler, Nick Ryan.”
    “Prove it.”
    “I will.”
    She launched herself over the coffee table and into his arms. The breath whooshed out of him as she tumbled him back on the carpet and stuck her hand up his shirt sleeves for the suspected planted cards. Nick grunted as a full female figure pressed flush against every muscle, intent only on finding evidence of foul play. He tried to push her off but she switched her attention to his shirt pockets and he laughed. The sound started deep in his chest and he realized this woman had made him laugh more in the past week than he had since childhood. When her fingers slipped into his pants pocket he realized if she delved any deeper she wouldn’t come up empty-handed. The laughter eased into a hard twist deep in his gut and with one quick motion he flipped her onto her back, lay on top of her, and pinned both hands beside her head.
    Her hair clip had come out during the scuffle. Coal black curls tumbled over her face and covered one side. Snapping blue eyes peeked between the strands, filled with a haughty contempt only she could pull off after tackling him to the ground for a wrestling match. Her breasts rose against her fleece top, unbound. Her