Sticky Fingers: An Enemies To Lovers Romantic Comedy

by Starr, Tara

  Those eyes that are so filled with love.

  So filled with life.

  Without them, my eyes are dead.

  An incoming text draws my attention to my phone on the countertop.

  It’s from Detective Strong: Check the news.

  Fuck. What now?

  Leaving the bathroom, I pick up my iPad on the nightstand and open the browser to go to the Daily Journal site.

  LOCAL MOBSTER STRIPS HIS ASSETS

  The article continues on with how I’ve sold all my strip clubs to a foreign conglomerate that has been accruing big cities strip clubs.

  Well, that’s true.

  “Malcolm Push has always operated a shadowy empire on the outskirts of legality. But as of this printing, the Teflon mobster who has never been arrested in connection with any crime hangs up his hat and joins the ranks of society, for now agreeing to be bound by the laws the authorities make,” the article goes on to say.

  It’s more of a crowd-pleasing report, and it questions why I did this and what the motivation can be and speculates every fucking thing negatively. But that’s what fucking Sarah is known for. All in all, it’s pretty good press.

  Anyway, everyone is going to react differently. But in the end, they will all see. Malcolm Push is completely legitimate.

  But…it will take time.

  Only seeing will make them fucking believe.

  But you know, don’t you? You’ve been with me, and you know I’ve come this far.

  I fucking did it.

  A knock on the door has me dropping my iPad on the bed. I make my way toward the door, and my heart does a fucking somersault inside my chest as I put my right eye against the peephole.

  Sonia.

  She’s bouncing on her toes with her hands behind her back. Her tits are bouncing spectacularly, and I think they must’ve hypnotized me because she knocks again while I’m watching them.

  Unlocking the door, she’s talking before I even have it open all the way.

  “Is it true?”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Sonia

  “Is it true?” I ask him, my heart hammering away.

  He looks into my eyes for a long time, not saying a single word, and I remain frozen in place. I didn’t even think about coming here.

  The minute I saw the headline of the Daily Journal story, my legs immediately carried me out of the apartment.

  Slowly, his lips turn into a soft smile.

  “It’s been true all along, Sonia,” he whispers gently, and I actually have to bite my bottom lip to stop the tears from coming.

  How could I have been so foolish? Why couldn’t I simply have trusted him in the first place? Am I so fucked up that I can’t even believe the man I love?

  “I’m...I’m sorry, Malcolm...I’m so fucking—”

  He doesn’t let me finish my sentence. He closes the distance between us in a split second and wraps me in his arms, his right hand gently resting on the nape of my neck.

  Oh, fuck, I can’t stop it.

  Here come the tears.

  Grabbing his shirt tightly, I bury my face in his chest and allow a sob to take over. As I close my eyes, I feel the tears rushing down my cheeks, their salty twang coating my lips.

  “Hey, it’s fine, Sonia,” he whispers into my ear, running his fingers through my hair.

  Then, he places two fingers under my chin and forces me to look up, straight into his eyes. Goddammit, I love him so much.

  “You’re here now...and that’s the only thing I care about.”

  “I’ll never leave, Malcolm,” I find the strength to say. “Never go away. I want to be by your side. I need to be by your side.”

  “Then…” he whispers, that maddening smile once more on his lips, “is that the yes I’ve been waiting for?”

  “Yes...a thousand times, yes. I want to marry you, Malcolm. More than anything,” I tell him, wiping away the tears with the back of my hand.

  Somehow, I manage to smile, the warmth of his body making me forget the desperation I felt these past few days.

  “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

  With that, he grabs my hand and tugs it gently, making me take a step forward into his apartment. Closing the door behind us, he then places his hands on my hips and rests his forehead against mine.

  “Fuck, Sonia, I missed you. I missed you so fucking much,” he whispers, and then brushes his thumb over my lips. “I missed your lips, I missed your smile, and the way you laugh...I missed your hand on mine.”

  I say nothing. I stand there, hearing my own heart beating in time with his words. Then, I cup his face gently and stand on tiptoes.

  Brushing my lips against his, I close my eyes and allow eternity to wrap itself around us.

  Somehow, this kiss is different from all others. There isn’t that anxious feeling, that uncertainty about the future...

  Instead, there’s a deep-rooted conviction that our lips belong together, and that our bodies are meant for each other.

  I thought love was about weddings and flowers, great gestures and diamond rings. But, in the end, love has nothing to do with that.

  Don’t ask me to explain what love is because I can’t. It simply isn’t something you can put into words. You can explain it with a kiss and with the way you hold your lover’s hands, but you can’t explain it with words.

  “I’ve dreamt of this kiss every single night,” I finally tell him when I pull free, my eyes on his again.

  “That makes two of us.”

  Smiling, I place one hand on his chest and, bunching up the front of his shirt, I pull him towards me.

  “Make me yours, Malcolm Push,” I tell him, the tone of my voice half-begging, half-commanding.

  “You’ve been mine all along,” he replies, taking one step forward and pushing me against the wall. “You just didn’t know it.”

  He’s right, you know?

  From the first moment I saw him, I knew that my world had changed. I just couldn’t put it into words before. But now I can.

  From the first time he laid eyes on me, I became his.

  And he became mine.

  Throwing my arms over his shoulders, I pull him into me and crush my lips against his. There’s no kindness in our kiss now—it’s frantic, an electric frenzy taking over both our bodies. I don’t even want him right now...I need him.

  Every square inch of my skin begs for him, and even my own voice seems eager to let out all those sweet moans I’ve kept to myself these past days. I need to moan and scream as loud as I can, and I need him to consume and devour me in such a way that I won’t even remember my name when’s done.

  “I won’t go easy on you,” I promise him as my lips leave his. My smile has been replaced by a wide grin, one brimming with sin and lust. “Can you keep up?”

  “Is that a challenge?”

  “You bet,” I say, laughing softly.

  The next thing I know, he has picked me up from the floor. With one arm around his neck, I let him carry me to his bedroom. He nudges the door open with the tip of his foot and only then does he put me down on the floor.

  Before I can do anything, he has his body against me, his lips dangerously hovering over mine.

  “You know I love a good challenge,” he finally replies, his hands going down the side of my body.

  Biting my bottom lip, I reach for his crotch and flatten my palm against it. My heart almost stops beating as I feel his hard cock pulsing against my fingers.

  Oh, God, I’m dripping wet.

  I want him now.

  “Well, I’m right here,” I tease him, tightening my grip on his cock. “Why don’t you come and take me?”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Malcolm

  I’ve only gotten her shirt unbuttoned about half way, and that seems like the biggest fucking travesty to date. I’m so fucking hard that I should just rip the damn thing off her body.

  Pulling her towards me, I start working on her blouse again, and she shi
mmies out of her other clothes. By the time I have the last button undone, I’m looking at her bare, beautiful pussy.

  I swear, I just want to eat her up. Without a second thought, I drop to my knees and shove her back against the wall.

  The white lace bra she’s wearing barely holds in her heaving breasts as I knead and pull them together.

  “So fucking perfect,” I groan, giving them an extra firm squeeze.

  My excitement and her squeal turn into a moan as her head drops back on the wall.

  Licking the lace, I watch her coral nipples stiffen against the thin fabric before I lean in to suck one into my mouth.

  Sonia is flailing her arms wildly, and I realize she’s trying to get the shirt off; finally, it drops to the floor behind her.

  Her hands grab my head, stroking my hair while I suck and squeeze her chest before sliding my right hand behind her to unclasp her bra.

  I finally have access to all the flesh I’ve been fucking dreaming about.

  “Yes, Malcolm.” She’s pulling me into her chest and arching her back in abandon as we press together.

  I haven’t felt this much crazy lust since I was a horny teenager in the back of a car. She’s like a spark that just seems to kick things off and then light them up like a fucking firecracker.

  I press her back and start kissing her chest, between her tits—open-mouth kisses turning into biting as my excitement grows. Kissing, licking, and occasionally biting, I try to be gentle as I work my way down her perfect skin.

  Running my fingers gently between her legs, I feel how wet and excited she is.

  Thank fucking God. I want her to be as ready as I am. And since my cock could be used as a jackhammer, that’s pretty fucking ready.

  Using two fingers, I slowly circle her bud, spreading her slick pussy juices around. My mouth is watering in anticipation. Lifting a leg up, I pull it onto my shoulder and kiss her thigh before turning my attention back to her dewy center.

  Flushed and ready, her pretty pussy calls to me.

  I lean in to slowly run my tongue in a tight circle around her clit. That’s all it takes, and she’s grabbing my head and grinding against me wildly.

  Grabbing her chest, I push her back gently. “Wait, baby. I want to taste you first. Give me a minute.”

  Her lust-filled expression as she looks down on me is a bit crazed.

  “I know, honey,” I say, “but hang on and be patient for me.”

  I rub her tits soothingly, her eyelids droop, and her head falls back against the wall again.

  “I’ll try.” She’s panting and shutting her eyes and mouth for a second to try and slow her breathing. “I’ll try, but don’t expect too much. I’ll give you a few minutes and then I’m going to jump you.”

  “Promises, promises,” I taunt her, smiling.

  Dipping my head, I push a finger inside her pussy while I circle her clit with my tongue.

  Fuck me. She tastes like the sweet nectar of the gods. I didn’t even realize how much I needed this until I had my face here.

  Groaning, I sweep up and around and then down, just penetrating her with my finger. Her cries and moans, as she arches in front of me, are music to my ears.

  Her swaying tits are captured by her hands as she grinds against my face and watches me. Mouth wide, she moans louder, and her eyelids drop again.

  I can’t help but grab my cock and stroke it in time with my finger inside her. Her pussy is like silk under my lips, and I zero in on her clit as juices start to run down my hand where I slide in a second finger.

  Curling my fingers inside her carefully, I slide across and stroke her G-spot.

  She goes wild. Her hands leave her full breasts to grab my head again as she arches and cries out, grinding her clit as I suck it hard.

  My face is bathed in her juices as she starts to explode on me. With her eyes shut, she shudders and quakes around me. I’ve had to stop stroking myself or I would have come from just watching her.

  She’s that fucking sexy. I want—no need—to explode inside her.

  A smile lights up her face before she even opens her eyes. When she does, I’m just starting to slowly lap away the last of her release, and every time my tongue hits her, she shivers.

  Pulling my finger out of her, I spread her juices onto her puckered nipples and take the first one into my mouth. I savor the flavor while she watches me, still smiling.

  By the time I lick off the other tit, she’s pulling her leg off my shoulder.

  “Good? Because I can barely stand.” She laughs lightly and pushes my shoulders. “Why don’t you go sit on the chaise lounge over there? I want to ride my man.”

  Just what I wanted to hear.

  Standing, I grab her around the waist and pick her up. She automatically wraps her legs around me and laughs.

  I slap her ass lightly, and she jumps and grinds her wet pussy against my stomach.

  “What was that for?”

  Now I laugh. “I have to have a reason to do that?”

  Putting a leg on each side of the lounge, I sit, settling her on my lap. “How about we just say that’s future payment for something you may do?”

  My aching cock is at full attention, poking her firmly in the ass as she wiggles and settles her feet on the floor.

  “I’ve been eyeing this furniture up. It’s perfect.”

  Lifting up slightly, she settles my throbbing dick in between us. She slides her wet pussy down its length, then pulls herself up. She stops at the tip and circles her hips.

  I think I’ve stopped fucking breathing.

  The view is incredible as she grabs the headrest above me and balances her weight. With her full, round tits swaying in my face, I look down and watch her slide up and down me again, slowly spreading her juices over us both.

  She’s fucking hot as hell. My hands skim her waist and travel up to her tits. They seem like magnets, drawing my hand in again. I capture a nipple in my mouth as she sits and arches before sliding onto the head of my cock.

  Tight, wet heat engulfs me, and I suck harder as she starts a smooth slide up and down my length. Each stroke down takes her a little lower, and I arch up into her involuntarily.

  All thinking stops as instinct takes over, and she begins to bounce up and down on me, moaning.

  Dropping my feet on the floor next to hers, I spread her legs wider as she arches back. Grabbing the back of her hair, I start thrusting into her pussy, burying myself as deep as I can each time.

  She’s like a tight glove around me, squeezing and pulling, coating me with her wet, slick juice as I pick up the pace.

  Based on her cries as she grips my shoulders and arches her back, she loves it as much as I do. I’m a madman as I lose all sense of time, slamming and grunting, trying to bury myself inside her.

  A primal part of me has kicked in and wants to make sure she never walks away from me—or us—ever again.

  My balls tighten as the inevitable climax creeps up on me and, when I can’t hold back any longer, I pin her to my lap as my cock swells and explodes inside her. Pulling her hard against me, I nuzzle and latch onto one of her tits as the last of my climax twitches out of my cock.

  She wraps her arms around my shoulders as she pushes me back into the chair and collapses around me. It takes a few minutes before our breathing slows down.

  “Fucking hell, baby.”

  She hums her agreement.

  “Fucking hell.” I can’t believe how drained and satisfied I feel.

  Propping herself up on her elbows next to my ears, Sonia leans in, and our lips meet slowly, opening to rub our tongues leisurely against each other before she nuzzles into my chest again.

  Pulling both our legs up on the chair, I stay buried inside her as we relax and enjoy being in each other’s arms again.

  I plan to be right here indefinitely.

  Chapter Thirty

  Malcolm

  “Thank you for coming here tonight,” I say from behind the podium, slowly looking
over the crowd in the Clarendon Tower’s lobby.

  I’m actually surprised that so many of the tenants showed up. Some of them like me (mainly the women), but others hate my guts. At least pretty much everyone’s here tonight.

  Well, I guess after having my name all over the news, it’s to be expected.

  Peter Dick-Licker—or whatever his real name is—wasn’t too happy about me calling for a press conference in the Clarendon Tower’s lobby on such short notice...but fuck him.

  Just because I fucked his wife, it doesn’t give him the right to act like a petulant child all the fucking time.

  Which brings us to why I’m here in the first place.

  I’m standing on a small stage in the Clarendon Tower lobby, facing all the tenants and a small army of news reporters. Sonia’s by my side, too.

  Well, it’s easy enough to explain. More than just going through the motions and wrapping it all up in paperwork, I want to announce to the world that I’m a new man.

  Yeah, I’m still as amazing as I’ve always been, but with Sonia by my side...I’m just better.

  A thousand times better.

  From the corner of my eye, I spot Dominic and Daphne hanging on the fringes of the crowd. Daphne gives me a thumbs-up, and Dominic leans over and whispers something into Daphne’s ear that makes her giggle.

  The mood is celebratory.

  Alright, let’s get this shit done. I’ve got the rest of my life to live out with Sonia.

  “As you all know from today’s Daily Journal article, I’ve been letting go of some business ventures of mine, among which are the strip clubs I used to own, as well as what many would consider other unsavory businesses,” I start, giving the crowd some time to process my words. “Now, I know that there are some journalists in here, but really...more than coming clean to the world, I want everyone who lives at Clarendon Tower to know that I’ve changed. I know that must come as surprise, but that’s the truth.”

  Looking over my shoulder at Sonia, I reach for her and grab her hand, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze.