Lucky 13 by Flora Ferrari

Some guys have all the luck.

And if luck be a lady tonight, then I’ve got a full house…a full house of women lining up for the biggest c*** in Las Vegas. A full thirteen inches of thickness.
They call me the “Schlong of the Strip,” “Her Ultimate Hold ‘Em,” and the “C*** from Clark County,” but they can’t stop calling.
Except her.
I see her in the crowd. She checks me out, and I raise. I want to ante up and see if her slot’s ready for a big deposit, but she only wants a safe game with low limits.

She’s the first girl ever who’s playing high stakes with my emotions, and I can’t read her poker face.
They said the king could do no wrong, but I ran into an ace.
I thought twenty-one was lucky in Vegas, but it’s her first time experiencing Sin City.
I’m going to do whatever it takes to show her we’re two of a kind…the perfect pair.
She thinks I’m gambling with her heart, but all I want is for her to pull the handle and hit the jackpot that shoots us into the stratosphere to paradise…forever.