Mob Daddies: A Contemporary Romance Box Sex

by Alexa Hart

  “Show me,” he orders.

  I turn away from him again and slowly, gently tug my skirt down, then my panties so that his erection is pressed against my bare ass. He rubs his hands over my bottom, and then I hear the sound of his pants unzipping, I meet his eyes through the reflection. He’s angry at himself for giving in to me, I can tell. With a gasp, he pulls me back slightly by my hips and angles me forward enough to give him full access to my entrance.

  He enters me, moving slowly, teasingly. I keep my hands pressed hard against the glass of the window so I can push back, our bodies grinding together in a natural, exquisite rhythm. He reaches down and plays with my breasts as we move, bringing me even more into delirious insanity. I’ve never been fucked like this before, no one has ever felt as good as Dax. He slides a hand around me and massages my clit, causing me to pulse and rock against him. He responds with his own deeper thrust. I come hard, my whole body shaking with raw pleasure. He chuckles as he lowers my satisfied body to the carpet and climbs on top of me. I know he can’t hold back anymore because he fucks me hard and unrelentingly, slamming into me like a man starved. He explodes into me with one final thrust and then collapses on top of me, kissing my neck and shoulder.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathes into my ear.

  He kisses me again, long and luxuriously and I can already feel another erection stirring against me. A part of me wants to ask what this all means, to take a step back and get some clarity about us so I don’t end up with my heart broken, but I’m afraid I’ll scare him off. The truth is, as much as I hate to admit it, I just want this man however I can have him. If it means just sex, I’ll have to learn to accept that.

  He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him.

  “Where are we going?” I giggle quietly.

  “If you think that window has a nice view, you should see the view from my bedroom,” he says.

  Chapter 17

  Hannah

  The next morning, I wake up to find Dax already up and gone from his bedroom. I quietly tiptoe back to my room, it’s a bit early for Lily to be awake, but I’d be mortified if I ran into any of the security guys. When I get to my room, I see a new outfit laid out for me on the edge of my bed. It’s one of my own, but the lace underwear and bra are new. I wonder when he bought them, or if he made Carl or Hans go out in the middle of the night to pick them out. I chuckle. I see this as a bit of a truce between us and I’m happy to please both of us - though just to annoy him, I swap out the silk shirt he’s chosen for a different one I have hanging in my closet. After all, friction causes heat and if there’s one thing the two of us seem to be good at it, it’s this particular kind of alchemy.

  He’s sitting in the kitchen and when I finally come out he gives me a look that makes me want to hop onto his lap and pick up right where we left off last night. Unfortunately, Aster is in the kitchen too, slowly stirring her coffee and glaring at me like she wishes she could melt me with her laser eyes. I wonder if she knows that I didn’t sleep in my room last night. “We have work to do.” She coolly says to Dax, never taking her eyes off of me.

  He looks me up and down, lingering his gaze on the unapproved shirt change, but keeping his expression neutral. It’s clear he wants to act like nothing happened last night and I understand why, but still, my heart sinks. Last night, somewhere between the first and third time we made love, I’d wanted so badly to find out what this all means to him, but the last thing I want is to seem clingy. Someone like Dax must be used to having women with no strings attached, and certainly, his dating history shows he prefers it that way. I’m afraid if I ask for more, I’ll be putting an end to this before we even start.

  Lily comes out of her bedroom with Samson trotting at her heels and the chef places a plate of eggs and toast in front of her. Much to my surprise, she also sets down a plate of bacon on the floor in front of Samson.

  “I thought that was a no-no,” I say.

  “Mr. Hardin has approved it,” the chef says curtly.

  I look up at Dax, but he’s busy texting into his phone, he stands up, kisses Lily on the forehead and grabs his briefcase. “Have a good day, Lils,” he says. He looks at me with total aloofness. “Ms. Gibbons,” he says with a slight nod. He takes off toward the front door with Aster following closely behind.

  My heart sinks all the way to my stomach now. Did last night mean nothing to him? Just then my phone buzzes. I turn it over to look at the screen and find a text from Dax.

  Tonight, you’ll pay for your insubordination. That’s not the shirt I picked out for you. A winking emoji follows the text.

  I text back. Looking forward to it.

  If this is all I can have of Dax Hardin, Bastard of Boston, I’ll take it. And I might even be able to convince myself that it’s enough.

  Chapter 18

  Hannah

  The next month is like a dream. Lily really seems to blossom, and Dax says she’s more chatty and playful than he’s ever seen her. I’ve paired her and the brown-haired girl from her school, Rebecca together in dance class and they’ve managed to totally break through their collective shyness. They’ve forged the cutest little friendship and I’m so proud. They even have a playdate planned for this weekend and I don’t know who is happier about that, Lily or Dax. Even Samson, who is by nature the happiest dog in existence, seems to be enjoying the extra attention from Lily and the extra bacon from the chef. I mean, who doesn’t love bacon?

  Dax and I have grown too. We don’t talk too much about the details of our relationship and it’s true that by day no one would think we are anything more than boss and employee, but we spend every night together. Yes, a part of me would like to know what exactly the two of us are playing at, but I’m afraid if I ask, I’ll get an answer I’m not ready to hear. The truth is, I am falling for him. No. Past tense. I have fallen. I know he doesn’t feel the same way. If he did, he wouldn’t keep me at arm’s length during the day, he won’t even call me Hannah when anyone else is around, for fuck’s sake! Despite his cool demeanor, I think Aster suspects something is going on between us, but besides shooting me looks meant to kill she hasn’t brought it up.

  I know that the minute he finds out who my father is, this whole thing is going to blow up in my face anyway. He’ll hate me. But I ignore that reality. It’s too awful. I just can’t let him find out.

  I haven’t seen Kiki much since I moved into the Hardin penthouse, just a couple of lunch dates while Lily was at school, but thank goodness for cell phones. I gave Kiki my new cell phone number, which is probably against the rules, but what Dax doesn’t know won’t hurt him. I had to come clean about everything, the motorcycle, the irresponsible one-night stand and the fact that somehow, overnight, I had managed to become the secret semi-girlfriend of the infamous Dax Hardin. Kiki was shocked, to say the least. She’s still isn’t a fan of the rose tattoo and she may never forgive me for completely disregarding her advice, but it’s nice to have someone to talk to about all of this. Kiki has always been there for me and she promises that she always will be, no matter how much danger I may be in.

  The one thing that manages to take my mind off of my complicated relationship status is ballet. I’ve been teaching ballet classes and I finally feel more myself than I have in over a year. The teacher I subbed for the first night I took Lily to class ended up moving to New York and Madame Volkov asked me to help cover that class plus an adult beginner class during the day, and a toddler and mommy class once a week. Since I don’t do much for Lily while she’s at school, I’ve been spending my days at the studio teaching and helping out. Madame Volkov has hinted about a permanent position for me and I am thrilled. I had no idea what to do after I quit ballet and I was really starting to worry that I was going to be stuck being a terrible bartender for the rest of my life, but this is a job I could turn into something. With steady work I could pay off my debt and maybe even save up for a studio of my own. It’s been a long time since I’ve allowed myself to dream this big
. And in a twisted way, I have Dax to thank for all of it.

  Only today, I’ve had another dream come true. One I was never expecting. At least not yet. I’ve always wanted a marriage and maybe a white picket fence, two or three kids… but my period is a week late and I’m worried I may have started working on that dream a lot sooner than I had planned. After I take Lily to school, I swing by the pharmacy before dance class to grab a pregnancy test.

  I’ve been on the pill for years. I know I missed a day after my late-night rescue of Dax, but I didn’t think much of it then, it was just one dose. Now, as a stare at the faint, pink double lines on the test, I realize I am officially in WAY over my head. I’m pregnant. With the Bastard of Boston’s baby. I shove the test into my bag and head off to teach my classes.

  I’ve just finished the toddler class and I’m straightening up the room when I notice Finn grinning at me from the doorway. Again, I’m taken by how much he looks like Dax, but somehow, I don’t find him nearly as attractive.

  “Hey, Hannah,” he says.

  “What are you doing here?” I turn to face him.

  “What? I can’t come to take a dance lesson from the most beautiful teacher in the Northeast?” He teases as he steps towards me.

  “Well, whoever this teacher is, she must be very busy,” I say. “And not interested in professional playboys!”

  He chuckles. “You’re a lot like Angelina,” he says.

  “Excuse me?”

  “She’s also always preferred the more serious brother.”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” I blush. “Seriously, Finn, why are you here?” I ask. I don’t know why, but hearing about Angelina makes me uncomfortable. I’ve been waiting for Dax to open up more about her, this doesn’t feel like a conversation I should be having with Finn.

  “I wanted to take you out to lunch,” he says.

  “Oh, no thanks. I’m busy.”

  He laughs. “Ouch. It took you all of one hot second to shoot me down. But seriously, come on. You look down. I may not be great at business like my brother, but I am good at cheering beautiful women up.”

  “I don’t know,” I say. But then I wonder what kind of information I might be able to get out of Finn over lunch. Maybe I can find out how Dax reacted to Angelina’s pregnancy or how much he really hates Charles Finch. Getting those answers might help me figure out how to handle all of this.

  “Come on,” he lifts his hands up. “I promise, I can be charming.”

  “Okay,” I nod. “But only because I am hungry. Give me a minute to change.”

  Finn drives a flashy red corvette, of course he does, he loves the attention. Finn got all the money without the hardship and it definitely shows. He’s so carefree, so charming. I find myself wishing I had a brother like him. The only sibling I have is a half-brother I’ve never met, Charles’ son, but he doesn’t even know I exist, and believe me, he has a reputation for being anything but charming.

  Finn swerves up to the valet at La Mar, a very expensive, Michelin star restaurant that I happen to know through some embarrassing Googling, is owned by Dax. He’s been spotted here with several of the models and actresses he dates. I’m dressed nice enough, a black pencil skirt and lace top, but I’d prefer a slice of pizza over a heavy, fancy lunch.

  “Couldn’t we eat somewhere a little less formal?” I ask.

  Finn shakes his head. “No can do. I have a feeling Dax isn’t showing you off the way he should.”

  “I’m just the nanny,” I say.

  “I don’t believe that for one minute.” He laughs. “But I think you might be as stubbornly idiotic as my brother.”

  “Hey!” I say. “Watch it.”

  He opens his door and comes around to help me out. As I step out, he tosses his keys to the valet.

  “Good afternoon, Mr. Hardin,” the valet nods.

  We walk inside and Finn leads me to a table near the back of the restaurant. A waiter comes over with a bottle of wine and Finn toasts to us. I take a sip of water and lie that I don’t drink mid-day. As I peruse the menu, I can see why this is Dax’s go-to spot. It’s romantic and ornate; a great place to be seen with A-listers to prove you’ve come a long way from the streets. When the waiter comes back, I order a simple pasta while Finn, unsurprisingly, orders the most expensive dish on the menu, a pasta with truffles. We eat and though I hate to admit it, I really am having a nice time with Finn. He’s so easy-going.

  I’m just working up to pry for information about Dax, when a shadow falls across the table.

  “You two look like you’re having a nice time,” Dax glares down at us. His stare is so angry I’m surprised my skin isn’t sizzling. He’s standing next to a woman I recognize, a model and socialite. Claire somebody. I ball my hands into tiny angry fists. I’m pregnant and trying to figure out what to do, figure out if he even cares about me and he’s here on a date!

  “We are,” Finn smiles up at his brother. “You didn’t tell me Hannah was so charming!”

  “I don’t often discuss my staff with you, Finn,” Dax says through gritted teeth. “I thought there were enough women in this city for you to play with, without you dipping into the small pool I have on payroll.” Dax seems angry, but I don’t even care. I’m the one who has the right to be angry! I reach out and take Finn’s hand.

  “Finn’s the charming one,” I say. Finn looks at me surprised, but then gives my hand a squeeze, as if to say that he’s willing to play along.

  “You can’t keep Hannah a secret forever. She’s too special to keep locked up in that fancy penthouse. We’ll have to figure out where to go on our next date.” He nods at Claire. “Sorry, we’re being rude. Would you two care to join us?”

  Dax unwraps his arm from around Claire and reaches down to grab my hand.

  “Come with me. Now.”

  Finn chuckles. “Nanny, my ass.” As Dax pulls me from the table, I hear Finn say, “Claire, why don’t you sit and have some wine. I think we’ve both been dumped.”

  The woman sits down at the table while Dax drags me back through the kitchen and nearly kicks down the door of the back office. The man working at the desk stands up, surprised.

  “Mr. Hardin, is there a problem?” He asks, fixing his tie.

  “Get out,” he barks.

  “Excuse me?” the man says. Dax throws him a cutting glare and the man looks like he’s going to melt. “Absolutely, sir. I’ll make sure you’re uninterrupted.”

  The door to the office shuts and Dax glowers at me, still tightly holding my wrist in his hand.

  “What the hell are doing with Finn?” He growls.

  “Me?” I wrench my wrist away. “I’m having lunch. What do you care anyway? You looked like you had your own lunch plans. It will probably be in the papers by tomorrow. She’s very pretty by the way.”

  “Are you fucking my brother?” He spits out.

  “Excuse me?” I say, anger boiling in my veins.

  He slows down and speaks each word slowly. “Are. You. Fucking. My. Brother?”

  I know I should just say no, explain everything and trust my heart that Dax feels the same way about me that I do about him, but the fact that he has the audacity to think I sleep around with every rich boy who smirks at me makes me furious. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. I want to make him squirm.

  “Does it matter who I fuck?” I ask, shrugging my shoulders.

  “Yes,” he says.

  “Why? You and I aren’t an actual item, right? I mean you came here with another woman and I doubt it’s business. So why can’t I come here with a man? At least Finn isn’t embarrassed to be seen with me.”

  “I’m sure his money doesn’t hurt.” He spits out.

  “Fuck you. If I wanted money I could have it and I don’t need to fuck anyone for it.”

  “What does that mean?” Dax asks.

  “None of your fucking business,” I say. “You’re my employer not my boyfriend, right?” I head back toward the door, but he shoves
out his hand and holds it closed.

  “Hannah, you are driving me fucking crazy!”

  I spin around. “Then tell me, Dax? Tell me why you care? Is it just some pissing contest between you and Finn? Because I am not a prize or a toy you can play with whenever you want!”

  “It’s not about Finn. It’s because the idea of anyone else touching you makes me want to beat them to a fucking bloody pulp, even if that person is my own brother. Fuck Hannah! Don’t you understand? You aren’t a toy. You. Are. Mine.”

  I look up at him. My heart is pounding inside my chest and I clamber to catch my breath. He steps forward so that he is pressing me against the door. His eyes are dark and hooded. I can feel his erection. He reaches past me, brushing his fingers against my skin, and bolts the door of the office.

  “What about your date out there?” I ask. “Why will you be seen with her but not me?”

  “Because I care about you. Because I can’t lose someone I care about again. There’s nothing between me and Claire, I’m just keeping up appearances. There’s nothing between me and anyone else… except you. I don’t want anyone but you.”

  “You can’t lose me?” I question, I’d been stuck on that part. I lower my hands and start to pull up the hem of my skirt, Dax says I’m his, but I want him to prove it. He kisses me and yanks my skirt up the rest of the way. The tight fabric bunches at my hips leaving my legs bare. He traces his warm, rough hands up and down my thighs and I know he feels me clenching in pleasure because a groan catches in his throat. God, just the anticipation and his eyes on me are nearly enough to make me explode with an orgasm. He rubs his fingers roughly against the thin silk of my panties.

  “You’re so wet. Is that for me?”

  I nod. “Mm-hmm,” I say hoarsely.