Desperate Desires (Mergers & Acquisitions #3)

Chapter 7-y

S tupid. So fucking stupid.

What was wrong with me?

This was completely unethical. I just couldn’t believe it.

I was naked. With him. In my shower.

He was my freaking patient. I shouldn’t be doing this.

But I couldn’t make myself leave either. I watched, salivating, as he collected two pumps of my shea butter body wash and scrubbed them over his body.

The idea of him smelling like me was more than appealing. It made my pussy throb and my nipples tighten.

His big hands made short work of the perfunctory process of getting clean, washing his hair and face, but as he rinsed, I noticed he seemed to take his time.

That smoldering glare of his never left me as he dragged his hands through the water and rubbed himself clean.

“May I?” he asked, and I nodded dumbly, unable to speak.

This was wrong on so many levels, but I couldn’t resist the pull I felt towards him. But even if I tried, which I clearly wasn’t trying very hard.

Sure, I could blame this admittedly terrible decision on the fact I’d been sick, not to mention shocked by the goings ons of the past few days.

I mean, taking care of this big, wounded, gorgeous, and obviously involved with something criminal, stranger was a lot.

This whole situation was fucked, and could anyone blame me if my thought processes weren’t up to my usual standard?

Ono pumped more body wash into his big hands, then he placed them on my skin, tenderly bathing me without paying too much attention to any one spot.

His brows furrowed, and he sucked in a breath as he massaged my breasts, lifting and caressing each one, carefully teasing the tight buds before leaving them, and me, aching.

He moved his hands lower, using the flat of his palms to coast over my soft belly and my hips. Last, he cupped them over my ass.

His eyes stayed on mine as he moved farther down, sliding his long fingers between my thighs from behind. I hissed as he gently glided them over my pussy.

“Christ, Doc, you’re so fucking warm here. So soft,” he moaned, biting his lower lip and moving one hand to the front.

He delved between my thighs again and I gasped, mouth opened as he teased my entrance, circling my tight nubbin, and withdrawing before he ever really touched me.

I watched in disbelief and utter fascination while Ono licked his lips, whetting my appetite.

This was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. And also the most chaste. He had barely touched me, but I was already so freaking hot for him.

The man was way too sexy for my own good. And the invitation I read in his crystalline gaze was too much for a woman like me to resist.

So, why should I try?

I was a reasonable, responsible, career-oriented adult.

I did everything everyone expected of me all the time.

I deserved a little no strings fun time in the shower with a hot as fuck man.

Hell, I fucking earned it with the high stress, little reward job I did every damn day.

Besides, when would I ever get propositioned by a sexy, blue-eyed gangster again?

This might be Micky’s life.

Aella’s or Clem’s.

But it wasn’t mine. Big sexy mafia type men didn’t usually try to fuck me.

Well, not since the Volkov Clan’s extended family members roughed up a couple of guys who got too frisky at my twenty-fifth birthday party that the girls threw for me at the Vipers’ Den bar and club over in Jersey City.

It wasn’t personal. It didn’t really have anything to do with me.

It was a more a who wanted to get their hands broken kinda thing.

But that was just part and parcel of being adopted by the Volkov Clan, which I was proudly and wholeheartedly blessed for.

But if Ono was into doing this, if he was into me — and judging by the mighty fine hard on he was sporting, he was very into doing this —then so was I.

I wasn’t a liar by nature and the truth was, I wanted him.

I wanted this tall, thick, muscular man to ravish me in the shower like I was the star of my very own, mildly pornographic, romance novel— the bodice ripping kind.

My body heated as I stepped farther under the spray of water, allowing it to fall over my head and down my body.

“Fuck, Doc. You look so goddamn good. I bet you feel better,” he growled and pulled me flush against his hard body.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, wrapping my arms carefully around his waist and cupping his firm ass with my greedy, searching hands.

Dear Lord, the man has a fine ass.

“Why not? You’re a woman. I’m a man. I’d argue we were born to do this,” he said, dipping his head.

“Well, the anatomy is right,” I agreed.

“It’s more than right. It’s fucking perfect. My anatomy is dying to get inside yours, Bellezza. Tell me you want it, too. Tell me you want my dick filling your hot little slit,” he growled.

“I mean, if you’re sure,” I hedged.

“I’m sure. But I need you to be sure, too. Yes or no, Doc. Decide now so I can fuck you already,” Ono commanded.

“Oh God,” I moaned at his dirty words.

When had a man ever talked to me like that?

“Yes, please. I-I want you to fuck me,” I whispered just as his lips came crashing down on mine.

“Good girl,” he grunted, then he ravaged my mouth.

Fuck. Me.

If I didn’t know he was injured, having performed the surgery to remove the bullets myself, I’d have thought he was lying by the way he moved.

Ono’s hands were everywhere. He showed no signs of injury at all.

Tough Guy, indeed.

His tongue dueled with mine, stealing my breath as he savored my lips. With more strength than I gave him credit for, he lifted me up, pressing me against the tiled wall with his bulk and spreading my thick thighs.

“You on the pill?” he asked once, and I nodded.

“I have an implant,” I gasped, too far gone to care about other protection, especially when I felt him there.

“Good girl. Now, are you ready for me, Doc? Is your pussy nice and wet, primed to take me?”

Ono lifted his gaze to mine. The dirty words spilling from his lips had my pussy hot and wet, and aching to be filled.

His big, inked up hand reached between us, and I felt him fit the broad head of his cock just inside my needy, dripping entrance. I gasped, knowing already he was bigger than I was used to.

“It all starts now, Doc,” he growled.

Before I could ask him what he meant, he pushed inside me in one hard thrust, erasing every coherent thought from my brain.

“Fuck, Bellezza, you feel so goddamn good,” he grunted, pistoning his hips while cradling the back of my head with one of his big hands.

As a doctor, I understood sex.

How it worked.

What I was supposed to feel.

But as a woman, my sexual partners had been few and far between.

Those I had were sorely lacking in knowledge and skill if Ono was anything to judge by.

Holy. Shit.

Ono fucked me like a man on a mission.

And that mission was pure satisfaction.

It was like he knew exactly how to get my body to open for him with his blatant, tender touches and his filthy hot mouth.

He was so fucking strong.

So powerfully dominant.

Something primal inside of me liked that testosterone fueled display, and I responded to it, even though I knew it was fucked up.

I shouldn’t like it. Shouldn’t be so turned on by the way he was rutting into me like he’d lost all control.

“You’ve been driving me crazy for days with this fucking body. Tell me you’re close, Baby. Say it,” he growled.

“I’m close,” I moaned. And I was.

It was no lie. Opening my mouth, I keened as he drove his tongue into it, following the same pump pump pump rhythm of his hips.

Heat unfurled inside my core, and I squeezed him with my thighs, not even caring the water had turned cold.

This was fucked up, I wasn’t denying that.

But it felt too good to stop.

I was completely in his thrall, caught in the inescapable pull of him like a moth to a flame. I was just as helpless against his heat.

My thoughts dissolved into a haze of want, every rational part of me surrendering to the overwhelming need to stay right there—right under his touch, his control.

I was mindless.

Stripped of reason.

A willing prisoner to whatever he commanded.

I would’ve done anything, been anything, as long as he didn’t stop fucking me.

Every breath I took was tethered to him, every nerve hanging on by a thread, waiting for him to give the command.

Ono consumed me, wrapping around my body and my senses like silk and steel.

He left no room for doubt or hesitation. Only the aching, desperate plea for more.

So when he told me to hold on, I did.

When he instructed me to open my mouth wider, I obeyed, sucking on his long tongue willing him to drive it into my mouth, and sobbing when he gave me what I wanted.

And when he said, “Come for me, Doc. Show me how good I make you feel.”

There was no other choice.

I broke apart.

My body belonged to him. So, yeah, I listened. I came.

Why wouldn’t I?

I came hard, too, moaning my pleasure loud and long.

Ono followed right behind me.

Warm jets of cum splashed inside of me, filling me so deep, coating my womb, until finally, it dripped down my thighs.

My pussy spasmed, and my entire body trembled with my release.

“Holy shit,” I murmured as I slowly came back down to earth.

He must have been having the same trouble, because it took a moment for him to allow me to slide down from where he still held me against the shower wall.

“Are you okay? You didn’t tear anything?” I asked, suddenly concerned when he remained silent.

“Um, if you want, I can give you some space to dry off and dress—” I added, knowing I was talking way too much.

Awkwardness crept in and I was fully aware of how ridiculous this was.

He looked like a leading man or a stunt double at the least, and as for me, well , I was definitely not in his league. He was gorgeous and at best I was average.

Okay, slightly better than average.

I had good skin and hair, and I was fond of my eyes and chin.

But compared to him, I felt downright fucking homely in the glaring fluorescent lights of the bathroom.

Maybe I was making it worse by standing there?

Maybe I should leave?

“Right,” I murmured and nodded my head.

I turned to exit the shower with some pride intact, but then I felt his hand on my shoulder as he spun me back to face him.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not finished with you yet, Doc,” he growled, cupping my cheeks and pulling me to him for another soul searing kiss.

I’m not finished with you yet.

Who says things like that?

I should’ve pushed him away just for talking bullshit like that.

But I didn’t.

To my undying shame, I let him lead me out of the shower stall, all the way to my bed.

And once we got there, I let him do other things, too.

Deliciously dirty, desirous things.

And when I woke up the next day, which incidentally was the first of the new year, to find my mysterious guest gone and my heart a little bit broken, well, I only had myself to blame.

“I should have known better,” I whispered and rolled out of bed.

Fairytale endings were for other women.

They weren’t for me.