“Like wh—” He leaned down and pressed his mouth to mine, his tongue brushing insistently against my lips. Caught off-guard, I moaned, letting his tongue slide into my mouth. I squeezed my thighs together, a sudden burst of heat between my legs taking my breath away. I reached for him but he ended the kiss and stepped back, his eyes dark with lust. He stared at me for a moment longer, and then quickly turned and walked away. I turned in my chair and watched him go, trying to catch my breath.
Wasn’t I supposed to tell him I was leaving? It seemed like the thing to do earlier. Now? Now, I was just confused.
I heard the door slam and then the click-clacking of heels on the polished stone floor. Abri rounded the corner. “Good morning, sunshine.” She stopped and looked at me, a grin spreading slowly across her face. “Well, it looks like someone had a little dessert with breakfast.”
My cheeks grew warm. “It wasn’t like that.”
“No?” Abri shook her head. “That’s too bad. I had hoped our talk last night might have given you the courage to go for it.”
“I wanted to… but… I felt his gun.”
Abri frowned. “I’m guessing that’s not some cutesy code for his cock.”
I shook my head.
“Honey, is the whole family thing still bothering you? It’s just a job.” She clapped her hands sharply, startling me. “Enough with the sitting around and worrying about silly things that don’t need to be worried about. It’s time to shop. Let’s go.”
I looked at Abri, dressed to kill in a red blouse, black slacks, and red heels, glanced down at my jeans and t-shirt. “I think I’m under-dressed.”
Abri nodded, flashing a grin. “You are, but that’s okay because we’re going to change that.”
Chapter 8
Two hours later, we were sitting in a coffee shop in the mall, four big bags filled with clothes sitting by my feet. My jeans and t-shirt were in one of the bags, crammed in like rags used to wash a car. Abri said I was high-class and it was way past time to have confidence and dress the part.
My current ensemble consisted of a white pullover dress that went a little below my thighs, with a single row of buttons running down the side. My tennis shoes had been replaced by brown, knee-high boots. When Abri had picked the outfit, I had rolled my eyes, but the woman had taste… and I looked hot. I was still uncomfortable about one thing, though. I hadn’t pulled out Cole’s credit card once during the whole trip.
“Abri,” I said, still feeling guilty. “You could’ve at least let me buy the coffees.”
Abri waved her hand dismissively, sipping her coffee. “Don’t be silly. Sonny has a tailor come by the house for his suits and I have enough clothes to wear something different every day of the year. It’s nice to shop for someone else every now and then.”
“Well… thank you.”
Abri smiled. “You’re welcome.” She winked at me. “You’ll thank me again after Cole sees you in that dress. Well… you’ll thank me after you recover from him ravishing you.”
I had told her about last night’s groping session and the surprise passion-filled kiss after breakfast, so most of our shopping spree had been filled with little comments like that. I couldn’t even think about the comments she had made while we were shopping for lingerie without blushing. I had thought I might die when she held up a pair of crotchless panties, asking if I could imagine wearing them as Cole filled me. I could actually, though, which was why those panties were now in one of the bags. “How do you do it?” I asked.
Abri almost choked on her coffee. After she quit laughing, she dabbed the corner of her eyes with a napkin. “I hope you’re not asking what I think you’re asking.” She looked at me, serious all of a sudden. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, you know, if you’re still… ummm… inexperienced.”
“What?” I asked, shocked. “No, I know how to do it. I meant how do you deal with being married to a mobster?”
Abri shrugged. “Like I said earlier, you just have to think of it as a job. Their jobs are to make money. Our jobs are to make sure they don’t do anything too stupid while doing it… without them knowing we’re doing that, of course.” She looked over my shoulder and grinned. “And as far as jobs go, ours have great perks.”
Unable to resist my curiosity, I turned and looked over my shoulder. Sonny and Cole were walking towards us, side by side, looking like they had just stepped out of a men’s fashion magazine. If Cole had worn a suit when we were younger, I would’ve gotten into all sorts of trouble.
Sonny leaned over and kissed Abri. “Hi, Doll.”
“Hi, Handsome,” she replied.
Cole looked at me, his eyes lingering on the area where my thighs disappeared under the dress. Slowly, his eyes rose to meet mine, exploring every curve on the way up. “You look beautiful.”
I smiled, blushing, suddenly nervous. I twirled a strand of hair around my finger. “Thanks.” I stared into his eyes, seeing the same hunger I had seen last night. “You look good, too.”
He held his hand out. “Accompany me to lunch?”
I glanced at Abri. She was already standing up, her husband’s arm wrapped around her. “Don’t mind me. We’re going to see what kind of trouble we can get into behind closed doors.” She winked. “Great perks, Dani.”
I watched them as they walked away, wondering if I’d ever be lucky enough to be that in love, and then realized Cole was still holding his hand out, his eyes hopeful and fearful at the same time. Maybe luck didn’t really have anything to do with it. Maybe happiness was just recognizing what was already in front of you. I reached up and took his hand. A huge smile appeared on his face and the fear that had been in his eyes disappeared like a candle snuffed out in a hurricane.
He slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, his lips meeting mine in a fiery kiss that took my breath away. I leaned into him as his tongue danced with mine, feeling his hardness press into me. A groan escaped my lips as he pulled back, looking into my eyes. “Lunch or limo?” he asked. “Your choice.”
Chapter 9
The limo was waiting a few yards away, pulling forward as soon as the driver spotted us.
“Just find an out of the way spot and park,” Cole told the driver as he slid in beside me, pressing the button that raised the dark partition between us and the driver. As the opaque glass slid into place, Cole pulled me to him, cupping my face in his hand, his thumb softly caressing my cheek. “I’ve had a crush on you from the first moment I saw you.”
“I… I had no idea.”
His lips found mine again, and I moaned, my nipples growing hard, as his tongue teased mine. I reached up, running my fingers through his hair, holding him tight. His lips moved to my cheek and then my neck, covering my flesh with kisses as his hand massaged my breast. Another moan escaped me as his thumb grazed across my nipple. His teeth nipped my neck as his hand moved towards my side, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on the dress.
“How does this damn thing come off?” he asked after a few seconds.
I laughed softly. “They’re for decoration.”
With a grunt and a glimpse of that lopsided smile, he reached down and grabbed the hem of my dress. I lifted my hips and he pulled the dress up in one smooth move. I released him just long enough for him to slip the outfit over my head. He looked at my lacy bra and skimpy thong and a low groan escaped from his throat before mashing his lips to mine again.
I moaned into his mouth as his hand found my breast, his fingers lightly squeezing my nipple. I squeezed my thighs together, my thong wet with desire. His fingers released my throbbing nipple and slowly trailed down my stomach, making me tremble. I pulled away from his mouth, gasping for air, as his fingers met my closed thighs. His emerald eyes burned with desire. “Spread your legs,” he said in a husky, lust-filled voice that made me even wetter.
Without hesitation, I did as he said, sucking in a sharp breath as his hand slid between my legs. I whispered his name, not knowing if I was aski
ng or begging, or if I even knew what I wanted at that point.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his fingers sliding up and down the slick material over my mound.
“You,” I gasped, pressing against his hand.
He kissed me quickly on the lips and then began covering my breasts with soft kisses. His fingers slipped beneath my thong, stroking my wet slit. I trembled as his lips moved across my stomach, slowly moving lower. “Oh god!” I gasped as his fingers moved to my clit, tracing a slow circle around the throbbing bundle of nerves.
Cole slid down off the seat, and for the first time ever, I was genuinely thankful that limousines were designed with such large backseats. He kissed my right thigh and placed my leg over his shoulder, and then placed a kiss on my left thigh, placing that leg over his other shoulder. He looked up into my eyes, gripped my thighs with his powerful hands, and pulled me to the edge of the seat, my throbbing pussy inches from his mouth. I shivered uncontrollably as he slowly moved closer.
“Do you want this?” he asked, his voice soft.
I nodded frantically, desperate for what I knew was coming.
That grin flickered across his face for just a second but his eyes burned with a barely-restrained heat. “Tell me.”
“Oh god,” I groaned. “Please, Cole.”
He shook his head. “Tell me you want me to eat your pussy.” He pulled the tiny strip of damp cloth to the side, leaned closer, and let the tip of tongue flick across my swollen lips.
“Fuck,” I groaned, lifting my hips towards him.
“Tell me, Dani,” he whispered. “You know you want it.” His tongue lashed out once more, sliding lightly across my mound.
“Yes,” I gasped, my hips hunching an invisible lover, dying to feel his mouth on me. “Yes, I want it. Please eat my pussy, Cole.”
With a last quick grin, Cole pressed his mouth against me, his tongue sliding between my lips, lapping up my juices as it slid up and down my slit. I reached down, running my fingers through his hair. “Yes,” I moaned, relief flooding my voice as a tightness built up within me, building like a fire being fed wood.
He flicked the tip of his tongue across my clit and then wrapped his lips around the erect bud, sucking it into his mouth. I dropped my head back against the seat and closed my eyes as the pressure built more and more, and then I felt his finger slide inside my tight channel. I hunched my hips against his hand as his finger slid in and out, slowly at first, but becoming faster each time, the flicking of his tongue across my clit becoming faster at the same time.
“Cole,” I gasped, gripping his head tight, trying to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure because I didn’t want this to ever end. He wrapped his lips around my clit again and hummed as he pounded me with his finger. The dam broke and I screamed, finally surrendering to the pleasure. My orgasm slammed through me like a freight train, making every fiber of me vibrate with the intensity of it. I gasped for air, staring at Cole as if he were a sex god sent from the heavens. He crawled up onto the seat next to me, his face covered in my juices, smiling like the happiest man on the planet. He had just made me experience the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt. I had to return the favor. I wanted to return the favor.
Leaning forward, I kissed him while sliding my hand into his lap. A thrill of excitement shot through me when I felt how hard – how hot – he was. I had made him that way. I gripped him firmly, making him jump, surprising him. “What’s this?” I asked playfully, stroking him slowly. “Is it for me?”
“If you want it,” Cole said softly.
I looked him in the eye and licked my lips. “I think I do.”
As Cole watched, a mixture of excitement and curiosity on his face, I lowered myself to the floor, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. “Someone is very happy to see me,” I said softly, slowly pulling his zipper down. With nervousness and excitement waging war with each other, I reached into his pants and wrapped my fingers around the bare flesh of his cock. I groaned, my pussy clenching as his thick shaft throbbed in my hand. I pulled his rod free, watching his face as I slowly stroked him. “Tell me what you want, Cole,” I said playfully, remembering how he had tormented me.
He wasn’t nearly as shy as I had been. “I want you to suck my cock,” he said, his voice thick and husky.
I leaned closer and planted a kiss on the tip. He flinched and groaned. Slowly, I swirled my tongue around the head. “Yes,” he hissed softly. I swirled my tongue around again, my inner muscles tightening every time he made a sound. I kissed the tip again, and then parted my lips, taking him into my mouth. “Oh god, Dani, yes,” he moaned.
I began bobbing my head up and down his rod, stroking what couldn’t fit in my mouth. He groaned loudly, his cock throbbing in my mouth. I raised up slowly, sucking on the tip for a moment, and then released him, quickly sliding my tongue down one side of his shaft and then back up the other side.
“Dani,” he gasped. “I want you.”
I quickly climbed up on his lap, anxious to have him inside me.
He groaned again, frustrated. “Damn it! I don’t have –”
“I do,” I gasped, fumbling for my purse on the seat beside us. I felt around, found nothing, got frustrated and dumped the contents on the black leather seat. “There,” I almost shouted, reaching for the shiny foil packet.
Cole was faster, grabbing it and quickly tearing the foil off. I waited anxiously, sighing with relief when he put his hands on my hips. I slowly lowered myself, feeling the thick head of his cock part my lips and slide into my hungry core. I gasped, holding still for a second as I got used to him. Cole’s fingers dug into my hips as my inner muscles clenched around him. “So tight,” he groaned.
I slid down slowly, moaning, enjoying the feeling of him spreading me open, filling me. Before I was all the way down, Cole lifted me back up, until just the tip was barely inside. He rolled his hips, sending a bolt of pure pleasure through me. I tried to take more of him but his strong hands held me steady. His eyes burned with lust, and something else, something dark and feral. Even with me on top, he was in control, and he knew it. “Fuck me,” I moaned. “Please.”
Relaxing his grip, Cole let me slide back down, taking his full length. His lips found mine, searing them with a passionate kiss as I rocked my hips against him, my inner muscles clenching and releasing with each throb of his shaft. Again, he lifted me up, but only a couple of inches this time, and then he began thrusting up into me. “Yes,” I gasped, caught off-guard. He pounded into me hard and fast, pulling me down to meet each of his upward thrusts. I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into his suit jacket as the heat within me rose again.
Cole’s thrusts became even harder, faster, and then he slammed into me one final time, a low, deep growl rising from him as he came, his cock throbbed inside me, triggering my own orgasm. I pressed my forehead to his as my body trembled uncontrollably, waves of pleasure washing over me as my inner muscles milked him. He held me to him as I forced my fingers to relax, releasing his jacket. “That was incredible,” I said softly.
“You’re incredible.”
I raised my head and looked at him, and then kissed him softly, enjoying the feel of his lips against mine, not wanting this moment to ever end. The kiss was sweet and soft and wonderful.
After a few more seconds of savoring his mouth against mine, I rose up and sat next to him, the leather seat chilling my skin. I grabbed my dress off the floor and slipped it on as he disposed of the condom and tucked himself back in his pants. He looked at me as I ran my fingers through my hair, brushing sweaty strands off my forehead. The smile on his face was probably the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. “We should have lunch together more often,” he said.
I laughed, feeling all warm and tingly at just the idea of more afternoon encounters like this. “Yes, we should.”
He straightened his tie and lowered the partition separating us from the driver. I could feel my cheeks growing warm as he came into view. I
had forgotten all about him. Had he been sitting up there the whole time? Could he hear us?
“Home,” Cole said.
The driver nodded, never looking in the rearview mirror at either of us, no hint of a smile on his lips. If he had heard anything, he’d probably go to his grave with the knowledge… which made sense, considering the other things he had probably seen or heard while working for the family. “What’s it like to work for the mafia?” I asked.
Cole looked at me for a few seconds and I could almost see his brain working behind his calculating eyes, trying to decide what to tell me, and what not to tell me. “It’s just a business,” he finally said. “Selling alcohol to dry counties, providing intimate partners for people looking for a little companionship, letting people decide for themselves if they want to blow their paycheck on the ponies or the blackjack table instead of having the government decide for them.”
“Drugs?”
Cole shook his head. “Used to, but I convinced Sonny it was a bad business arrangement, and he was able to convince the others. It’s one of the reasons I was given this promotion.”
“What exactly do you do?”
Cole glanced out the window. “You don’t want to know. Boring stuff.”
I put my hand to my cheek, gasping loudly. “Oh no! Not boring work stuff. It’s so… boring, and just so… manly. No, I prefer womanly things, like cooking and cleaning.”
Laughing, Cole looked at me and shook his head. “You look like a million dollars but you’re still a rugrat.” I acted like I was going to slap him and he held up his hands in defense. “Okay,” he said, still laughing. “You win, but it really is boring stuff.”
“I’m supposedly your assistant these days so I need to know something – anything – about what you do. Right now, it just seems like you throw parties and have meetings.”
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