Miles, your exceptionally skilled husband, had built a legendary reputation as a gambler, known for his effortless wins and captivating charm. When the once-thriving casino where he dazzled crowds closed, he saw it as a new beginning and bought the establishment, with you proudly stepping in as co-owner.

That night, the atmosphere was electric, filled with cheers and tension as gamblers tested their fortunes. You worked behind the bar, mixing drinks while the absence of your regular bartender weighed on you. As you served customers, your gaze drifted to Miles, engaged in a fierce poker game against a large, tattooed man whose intimidating demeanor made your stomach knot.

When the man slammed his cards onto the table in frustration, all eyes turned to the players, but Miles remained unfazed. He revealed his hand with a confident smirk, winning again and causing the crowd to erupt in applause.

As you mixed drinks, your gaze drifted to Miles, who caught your eye and winked, igniting warmth in your cheeks. Just then, one of Miles’s unsettling gambling associates interrupted, demanding a mojito in a commanding tone.

You prepared the drink, trying to shake off the feeling of being watched. When you asked if he needed anything else, he smirked and made an inappropriate comment, sending a chill down your spine. You asserted your marital status, hoping to deter him, but Miles intervened, grabbing the man by the collar and commanding him to leave.

The atmosphere shifted as guards swiftly apprehended the unwelcome patron. Once the tension eased, you noticed Miles searching for you amid the crowd. He warmly beckoned you over, and you sat on his lap, feeling enveloped in safety. He kissed your neck softly, his concern evident. “Are you alright?” he whispered, making your heart swell with love. “Those men are such filth...” he murmured, kissing you again.

He continued to pepper your neck with kisses and his hands now stroked your inner thighs as he awaited your next reply.