Chapter 12 #2
I did. I missed her. The realization hits me like a freight train, shaking me to the core. “Can’t have the players here get cocky without you cleaning them out.” I play it off.
She lets out an adorable chuckle that pierces my ribs and burrows itself deep inside my chest.
Three hands later and I suffer the same fate as the three players before me.
This time, I’m the one to reach out my hand to congratulate her. “Good game, sweetheart.”
She places her hand in mine, and electricity shoots up my skin. She must have felt the same because her gaze snaps to our hands before glancing up into my eyes.
Desire builds low in my stomach, accompanied by something else.
Infatuation. Dom’s words are present somewhere in the back of my mind, but they don’t stand a chance compared to the gleam of her eyes and the touch of her soft hand in mine.
Giving it a gentle squeeze, I get up from the stool, and lift her in the process.
“I wasn’t aware that we’re leaving the table,” she says, her voice laced with sarcasm.
I shake my head, a smirk playing on my lips. “Keep up the sass, and I’ll have to keep your mouth otherwise occupied.” Her mouth parts and my mind practically short-circuits. “With dinner, of course.”
She rolls her eyes, but her chest heaves with labored breaths, and her cheeks have more color than usual. Taking her hand in mine, I lead her back to my office.
She notices the pile on my desk the minute she enters. “Are you sure you have the time to lose at poker while having this much work to do?”
A laugh bubbles out of me. I might have threatened to fill her sassy mouth, but the truth is, I love it.
The women in my life are too complacent.
They are either impressed by my status in the mafia or by my wealth, making them agree with everything I’m saying.
I can’t imagine any of my previous dates teasing me after cleaning me out of two thousand dollars in poker.
And I want more. “I guess I needed a distraction.”
She reaches my desk and perches her ass on it. “Is that what I am?” Her lifted brows tell me it’s a joke.
It’s what this started as. But from the way I felt seeing her again after five days, I’d say that is a pretty mild way of putting it.
Still, I play along, letting out an exaggerated exhale.
“I don’t know.” I stand just an inch away from her, placing a hand on the paperwork.
“There’s so much to do.” I rifle through the papers, practically hearing the sound of her frantic heartbeats.
“And I’m a serious man. I can’t afford to be so easily distracted. ”
Her hand snakes out to brush over my chest. The desire within me reaches a point of delirium, and I struggle to keep it from bubbling over.
She bites her bottom lip as her fingers wrap around the button on her blouse, undoing it.
A shaky inhale gets stuck in my chest. She unbuttons three more, and the shirt opens to reveal a lacy, tan bra.
“There’s no way to distract you, right?” she asks.
“I don’t think so, no.” I act coy. “My business always comes first.”
She hums. Turning me so that I’m the one leaning on the desk, she makes quick work of the buttons of my shirt. Her touch to my bare chest heats my insides. Next up are my pants. She unbuttons them before looking straight into my eyes. “I guess we’ll see who comes first. Your business. Or you.”
With a thud, she drops to her knees in front of me.
I curse the day I decided on fancy granite floors, other than a comfy carpet, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
She lowers my pants, and my cock springs free.
Her nails trail my skin, eliciting goosebumps.
With a glance up at me, she presses her warm lips to my shaft.
“Jesus Christ…” I mutter, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I barely recognize her as the fearful girl from the other day, confidence oozing out of her every pore.
Her tongue darts out to land a long lick over my cock, and my head gets scrambled.
Finally, she takes me to the back of her throat.
I hiss as the feeling gets too much, too good.
She keeps her eyes on me, and they wrinkle at the sides with every sound I let out.
She loves driving me insane, and damn if I don’t love it, too.
“Look at you, so fucking beautiful on your knees for me…”
My hands wrap around her hair, holding her gently but firmly.
She works me in and out of her mouth, sucking me dry, and I’m certain this is a bet I’m going to lose.
The pile of papers hasn’t moved an inch, and I’m already an inch away from coming.
She circles her tongue around my tip, and I notice the marks her red lipstick left. The corner of her lips turns up.
“You like that, huh? Making a mess of me?” Pulling her off my cock, I tip her chin up to look at me.
She nods, her eyes wide and clear.
“You know you’re going to have to clean that up, don’t you? Along with every drop of cum I give you?”
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?