“Like he was thinking about cutting my throat.”
“Probably something like that.”
Mass grunts in the back of his throat and leans forward, kissing my neck. “I’m deeply impressed, my wife.”
“Didn’t realize I was so useful?”
“I didn’t know you were half so perceptive.”
“I grew up in a crime family. I had to pick up a few things.”
He takes my hips and roughly pulls me to him. I let out a yelp of surprise and end up straddling him, my tight black jeans stretching over my ass, his hands firm on my body. He leans forward, one hand sliding up into my hair.
“I think you need to come with me to more negotiations.” His grip tightens as he tugs my chin up. His mouth meets mine every so gently. Arousal floods through my core as my heart races.
“Is that an invitation?”
“It’s a demand.”
“We’ll have to negotiate my rate.”
He laughs lightly, kissing me again. “I know how I’ll pay you.”
“Are you offering sex? You’re a little too confident.”
“Only because I know what you want. You can read others like their emotions are words on a page. But I can read you.”
Another thrill hammers between my legs as he drags my mouth to his, this time taking me in a deep, blistering kiss.
I lose myself in the heady rush. I just made myself useful in an extremely dangerous and volatile criminal meeting even though I didn’t really know what was going on. I helped Mass with his business. I hoped I could do something but never imagined it would be this important.
And now I’m letting myself get overwhelmed by the moment. I know dimly that I should pull back and gain control over myself, but I can’t seem to make my body react the way I want it to.
Instead, I moan into his kiss and press myself against him. I grind down into his lap, happy to feel him stiffening between my legs.
He reacts like this every time. The second I touch him, the man’s hard as iron, like he can’t help himself.
The most powerful man in the world is weak when it comes to me.
His hands push up my shirt and his mouth finds my breasts. He kisses my neck and chest, tugs off my bra, and sucks my nipples. I groan, pushing myself against him harder. I don’t care if the car rocks wildly. I shimmy out of my jeans before dropping to my knees in front of him, my knees spread, a look of pure fire in his eyes as he lifts his hips and helps me get his slacks off.
I stroke him slowly. His cock is so hard it’s twitching with every beat of his heart. A little bead swells on the tip, and I lean forward to lick it off. He groans, mouth hanging open.
I smile a little. I didn’t know I could do this to him.
“Is that what you like?” I ask, licking again. “Do you like when I taste you?”
“I love it, Allie.”
“You’re so tense. You look like you’re going to explode in my mouth the second I start to suck you.”
“It’s possible.”
“You want that, don’t you? You want my mouth?”
“God, I want it so fucking badly.”
“You want to fuck your wife’s mouth?” I stroke him up and down, pausing only to lick my hand. He moans when I do that. “You’re a dirty man.”
