I might not be the don, but I was no less a mobster for it.
“Tomorrow, we’ll go to his office and—”
A soft moan, almost a whisper, floated from the other room.
“Tomorrow,” I clipped out and hung up.
Rising, I slid to the bathroom door. It was ajar. My breath caught in my throat. Hot air fanned from within. The lights were set to dim, and a candle danced on the sink’s ledge. I pushed the door open. Barely a centimeter. When no string of harsh words stopped me, I gave it another push and then another.
Frosted glass obscured the line of sight. Another moan filled the space, mingling with the steam. Thick, hot blood made my dick pulse hard.
“That’s it, right there,” Poppy whispered.
She was in the full throws of a fantasy. My fingers gripped the new door, the wood compressing under my touch.
Poppy whimpered. “Ivan, I—”
That was all it took. A summons. Passionate and vibrant. I crossed the space in three steps and pulled back the sliding glass.
Poppy yelped. “What the heck!”
The second showerhead slipped from her fingers. It dangled wildly from the tube, spraying water every which direction, including soaking the ceiling.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” I grinned.
“Get out!” Poppy tried to cover herself with the washcloth and her hands.
Water crashed from the overhead faucet, pelting like a vicious rain. The hand-held wand sprayed upward in a deliberate arc. Steam pummeled me, the smokey heat curling for my body, ready to consume me.
I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the wall. “No.”
“No!” Her face darkened, anger ready to explode.
“No,” I repeated. “If you’re in here invoking my name, the least you can do is let me watch.”
She shook, livid and wordless.
Her body was a dream come true. The petite frame had curves in all the right places. Those full breasts begged to be sucked. My hands itched to grab her hips, to hold them in place as I drove into her.
To spill my seed deep inside.
To mark her.
Toclaimher.
Damn, but she was made to be filled. Whether it was under me, riding me, or pressed against me, I would hold her hips in place until she was full of my seed. It was all I could do not topounce on her right then and there and bury my cock deep inside to breed her.
“Unless…you want me to join?”
That stole the angry retort from her lips.
I cocked a brow. “Is that a yes?”
Her lips flattened. Pillowy and soft, I ached to feel them against mine.
“Lower your hands, flower.”
Slowly at first, and then in a rush, Poppy dropped them. “You’re insufferable.”
