Lucky Baby (Book Two): Lucky Baby, #2

By Layla Valentine

Jay lives by his luck
Well I'm gonna deal him a wildcard.
I'm carrying his baby.

 

He's a rags to riches story.
Bad boy, turned world-class poker player.
And of course, he's irresistible;
Ocean-blue eyes, and rugged good looks,
Filthy-rich and filthy-minded.
He's cocky as the King of Spades,
Mine, if only for a night.

But he left me something to remember him by,

He put an ace in the hole.
I'm going to up the ante,
I'm gonna tell him he's got a lucky baby on the way.

 

This is book two of the Lucky Baby series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Layla Valentine
• Release date: Jan 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201868307

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

JAY

Iwind my fingers through Lauren’s and step out into the blinding light of the night. Blinding light of the night , I think with a small smile. There’s something I never thought I would say—mostly because it doesn’t make sense.

But in Macau, it does. Especially after you’ve won one of the biggest poker games of the year. Cameras flash and reporters rush forward to ask questions, but I put my hand up and ignore them. Sometimes, I’m in the mood for interviews. Tonight, I’m not. I’m on the biggest winning streak I’ve had in years. There’s one million dollars headed straight for my bank account.

And, there’s a sexy, intelligent woman by my side. I’m not in the mood to have anything to do with anyone else.

I push our way toward the waiting limo, making sure Lauren is safely inside before climbing in after her. The second the door closes, and I pull her to me. Her hair falls around my face, creating a screen while we kiss. The shouting, cheering, and honking is still going on outside of the luxury car, but it all seems a million miles away.

All that exists is what’s right here, in my hands.

Lauren breaks the kiss with a breathy sigh. The sound is heaven. Already, I’m buzzing with the need to get that sexy black dress off her.

Where are we going? she asks.

I pull her all the way into my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck and looks down at me expectantly.

Wherever you want to go, I promise.

Lauren shakes her head. This is your night.

And I want to celebrate it with you.

Her lashes flutter. Really?

Yes. Of course.

Her full lips turn up into a smile. I don’t care where we go.

Lusty hunger fills me. Not for the first time, the thought of skipping the after-parties and clubs and just taking her back to my hotel room crosses my mind. But everything good is worth waiting for, and I don’t just want to get Lauren into bed again. I want to show her the city. I want to hear her laugh, to have her dance next to me. I want to enjoy her company in every way possible.

I have somewhere I want to take you, I say, playing with some of the sequins on her dress.

The club we go to is one of the most exclusive in Macau—as well as one of the most intimate. The VIP area sits above the rest of the club, roped off and watched over by several burly bodyguards. It takes no time at all to get a table, and Lauren and I collapse onto the cushions of a red couch, our hands still locked together.

The cocktail waitress brings us a bottle of vodka and all of the mixers, and I pour us each a drink. Lauren is already swaying in her seat, her shoulders and hips gently moving.

She stands up and continues to dance, her eyes on me as she moves backward across the floor. The dark club throbs around her, full of bodies and music, but everything else is just blurry. Lauren is all that exists in the world. With her dancing in front of me, not even the night’s winnings matter, anymore.

When was the last time I felt this way—like there was something for me to hold on to at the end of the day?

I can’t answer that, and it doesn’t matter. Lauren is taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. Our bodies push together in a natural way that’s more rhythmic than the music pounding through the speakers. Her lithe body slides along mine, the perfect fit in every way.

We dance until there’s nothing but the music and us, holding each other. Lauren and I are in a vacuum, living and breathing apart from the rest of the universe. I can barely remember my own name. All I know is her taste, her scent, and her soft skin under my palms.

Dizziness floods my senses, but it’s not the alcohol, and it’s not the new million dollars in my name. It’s the primal urge to claim the woman pressed against me. I’ve made her mine before, but I need to do it again.

I need to get you alone, I whisper into Lauren’s ear as she grinds her ass against me.

She flips her hair and looks into my eyes. Even in the dim lighting, the desire in her gaze is obvious.

Back in the limo, she’s on my lap the second the door closes. Our hands seem to be everywhere at once: on each other’s faces, on our torsos, on the insides of thighs.

I suck the hollow of Lauren’s throat and she rolls her head back and rocks her hips against me. My cock jerks to attention, hard and throbbing.

Taking the front of her dress in both hands, I roll the fabric back and release her plump and perky breasts. Her nipples are hard as pebbles, with goosebumps surrounding them. Licking my lips, I lower my face and draw one of the firm nubs between my teeth.

Lauren whimpers in pleasure. I make my sucks slower, alternating each one with a rolling of my tongue.

Jay, she pleadingly whispers.

Her quiet cry sends my body into overdrive. I need this woman right this second. No more waiting.

Still sucking on her breasts, I push her dress up and slip a finger under her panties. Her pussy is warm and wet, ready for me. With a teasing flick on her clit, I nudge my finger into her opening. Lauren pushes greedily against me.

Without warning, the limo comes to a stop. Pulling my face away from her breasts, I glance out the window. Shit. We’re here.

Huh? she asks, sounding confused.

I pull her dress back down and give her a quick kiss. We need to get upstairs, now, or else I’m going to have my way with you in the lobby.

Lauren’s cheeks flush and her lashes flutter. If I didn’t know better, I’d think the thought of me fucking her in the middle of the hotel excited her.

Christ. Maybe it does.

Taking her hand once more, I pull her into the elevator. The whole ride up to my floor, I’m wondering how I got so lucky to score such a