She licks her lips, nodding again, and my grip in her hair turns painful.
“Make me come then, pretty girl.”
She gets to work in an instant, humming and moaning around my cock. My ass cheeks clench, withholding my impending orgasm. But when she wraps her hand around my shaft, jerking the bottom part while sucking on the top, there’s no stopping it. The trembles start deep in my core, working their way over my cock, to spill in her mouth. Thrust after thrust, I fill her with my cum, and she takes it all. She licks her lips, not wasting a drop, and fuck, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I lift her chin up with my fingers until she’s back on her feet and place a long, languid kiss on her lips. Once we part, her eyes are unfocused, as if she’s the one who received all this pleasure.
Which reminds me…
“Time to return the favor,” I say, turning her around and lifting her onto my desk.
But she works faster, removing my hands from her body and dropping back down to the floor. “Nope. Not tonight.” My face scrunches, so she continues, “I’m on my period.”
“You think I care?” I carry on with what I started, but once again, she stops me.
“You have work to do… I need to get going.”
“Where?” I ask.
“I just… need to get home.”
I was lust-drunk from missing her, and from her rocking my world just now, but reality quickly comes crashing in. She’s hiding something. And to be honest, I don’t want her to leave.
“Stay…” I say, almost pleadingly. “Have dinner with me.” It’s not a question, but I hope she doesn’t say no.
She stares for a second, her expression staggered. I take both of her hands in mine, rubbing gentle circles into the back of her hand before her features soften. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I repeat after her, suppressing the need to celebrate. I’m still a fucking mafia boss and she’s still a person I know too little about. Maybe this dinner will help clear some things up. “What would you like to eat? They can bring us anything from the bar.”
“A steak is fine. With extra potatoes, please.”
“Coming right up.” I zip my pants back up and pat my pockets for my phone. Not here.
“Can you point me to the bathroom? I want to freshen up.”
I point to the door on the left. “Right there.” It’s my en-suite bathroom, and I’ve never been happier to have it than now. I don’t want Dom’s skeptical eyes watching her every step.
She enters the bathroom, and I resume my search for my phone. It’s not on my desk. Or the couch. Or one of the chairs. The second chair hosts Alex’s purse on it.
When the hell did she put it here?
CHAPTER 13
Alex
One look at the gold-framed mirror is enough to tell me freshening up is going to take some time. Still, my emotions are a bigger mess, and they will be even harder to clear out.
Why did I stay for dinner?
Because you want to.
But why?
Because he saved you from that guy and cared about how you felt. Because he doesn’t mind losing to you. Maybe he even enjoys it. Because you’re addicted to the little sounds that he makes when he’s turned on and the praise that he gives you.
Two sides of my subconscious battle for dominance. With a sigh, I grab a paper towel to clean the black smudges under my eyes. The dry paper towel does nothing, so I turn the faucet—also gold—and dab it with some water.
Better. Now I just need to fix my lipstick.
