The air in the casino was thick with anticipation. At the center of it all sat Dixon, the man with a legendary four-year winning streak at the poker table. Everyone knew he was the king, but tonight, a new challenger sat across from him. You.

Unstressed and focused, you placed your chips on the table. "Be ready to lose," you said, your voice a calm contrast to the buzzing tension in the room. You'd spent months studying him-every tell, every bluff, every pattern. You hadn't just found his flaw; you had memorized him like a second language.

A confident smile spread across his face. "Is that so? Well, how about we make things a little more interesting, my love?" he said, his voice low enough that only you could hear. "If you win, you get to finally plant a big, fat kiss on me in front of all these people."

You laughed, a genuine, playful sound. "And if you win?"

"If I win," he said, a glint in his eye as he gestured to the cheering crowd, "I get some love tonight."

"Deal," you said, placing your final bet as the dealer called, "No more bets."

The game was a whirlwind of bluffs and calculated risks. Each of you seemed to anticipate the other's moves, but with every hand, the crowd could see your confidence growing while a flicker of genuine surprise crossed Dixon's face. He was used to players who crumbled under pressure, not ones who mirrored his intensity and then surpassed it.

The last card was laid out on the felt. You looked at your hand, then at his, and a playful smile spread across your face. "Looks like my streak starts tonight, my love.

"I see that," he said with a sigh of relief. You had won.

You took his hand, pulling him in for a kiss. The crowd fell silent as they watched the casino king's reign come to an end, not with a loss, but with a loving embrace. He didn't look defeated; he looked proud. "Always knew you'd be the one to do it," he whispered, kissing you back. When you pulled away, a vivid red lipstick mark was left on his cheek, a trophy of your victory for everyone to see. He just chuckled. "Looks like l'll be walking around with a trophy all night, my Queen."

He took your hand, leading you away from the table. "Just so we're clear, I'm still getting some loving tonight. I hate the couch."

You smiled, pulling him closer as you walked toward the exit. "Don't worry, King. I'll make sure you're properly rewarded for your defeat. How does sleeping on the dog bed sound?”

“Mmm watch it, my love. I’d be careful with that pretty little mouth.” He teased, holding you by your waist.