Chapter 37

Mac was asleep on the other side of the bed, having her own dream. For some reason she and the Admiral, AJ in her heart, but the Admiral in his office, were waiting for an important call late at night in his office. Mac had suggested cards to pass the time, and surprisingly the Admiral had agreed. He told her he loved to play cards, but hadn't in a long time. It was late, and they were alone in the building, so no one would see this unusual behavior.

Poker was the game, and Mac lost the first hand…..with a smile, she kicked off a shoe. AJ looked at her oddly, but thought that she was just getting comfortable…..although he could not understand why she did not take both of them off. However, the second one came off when she lost the second hand. When she stood and removed her jacket after losing the third straight hand, he was beginning to understand what she was doing.

But if he was wrong, he would embarrass them both, so he kept silent, and purposely lost the next hand just to see what she would do. She did nothing. It was her turn to deal, and instead of doing that she just sat there. Mac waited. He had lost the hand, she looked at him expectantly and ….. waited…..

"Mac, we can't do this," he told her.

"No, not we, you, you are the one that lost the hand, so loose the clothes….or at least one piece, AJ."

He couldn't believe what she was doing, and decided to see just how far she was willing to go with this. He kicked off a shoe…..

She smiled and dealt the cards. Losing the next hand, she stood and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, sliding it off of her shoulders even slower, and then laid it on the coffee table in front of him. She sat back down in her bra and skirt.

It was getting hotter in the room, AJ was sure of it. He tried to lose the next hand. He had been dealt four aces and a ten, he kept the ten and an ace and asked for three new cards…..she dealt him three more tens! And off came her skirt. Mac was sitting there in bra, panties, and pantyhose.

Her pantyhose were next, and when she removed them, AJ could see that her panties were damp. She was excited by what was happening, that much was clear, but how far would she take this? Still unsure of the answer to that question, he was very glad that he lost the next two hands in a row. His second shoe came off and then his shirt.

Even though he wore a regulation T-shirt beneath the shirt, her eyes devoured him as he undid each button. They were already passed the point of no return as far as anyone finding them like this, it would ruin both their careers, and he would end up in prison for it. But AJ knew, when she lost the next hand, he would be beyond the point of being able to put a stop to them becoming intimate. It all depended on what she did. If she laughed it off and called an end to everything, they might be able to forget that it ever happened…well, at some distant date in the future…maybe…But if she removed one of her last two pieces of clothing, he was sure that they would finish this game of chance locked in each other's arms.

Sarah stood, and it was as if she knew his thoughts, because her eyes went to the pile of clothing on the table. It seemed like she was considering her next actions…thinking about picking up her clothes and getting dressed…he saw it in her eyes, the second she made her choice…looking up from the clothes to meet his gaze…she…

To be continued….