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| 46b0146 | When they reached the stairs, he didn't make her climb them herself. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the big bathroom off their bedroom. He didn't speak, his expression didn't soften. But he was hard. His cock was like a poker, steely and hot against her hip. His eyes blazed with lust. | sex poker lust | Lora Leigh | |
| 1b7a056 | I don't gamble, if you will concede that poker is a game of skill. | poker skill | Robert A. Heinlein |