Page 4 of Her Bad Boy

"That was something you decided, not me. They're mere impediments, if that is how we choose to see them." With Allie refusing to meet his eyes, Lucas dropped what was an argument he knew was not right for this moment. "Regardless," he rasped. "I cannot help but want to claim the beauty and bounty that is laid out before me."

Allie shook her head. "You can't, Lucas."

Misreading the reason for her protest, he brushed the hair back from her face, gazing down at her with such longing and raw potency that Allie was nearly lost just from that. "I will be very careful of you, kitten," he promised solemnly, letting those big, but still somehow elegant and incredibly gentle hands of his roam everywhere over her, as if he was physically reestablishing his claim over her.

"I know you will, Lucas," she answered quickly, not realizing what she was revealing to him so blithely.

"You do?" He smiled down at her.

Allie sighed, rolling her eyes a bit. "Yes, I do. I know that you would never treat me the way the chief of police did. You're better than that, at least with me."

A bit of an unnecessary qualifier thrown in at the end, but he would take it. "I'm glad you realize that, because you're right."

"You're a very gentlemanly…" she gasped as his hand brushed over an eager, swollen tip "…mobster. You mother…" another soft moan as he bent his head to the same distended berry, suckling strongly, flicking his tongue over her as she arched wantonly in his arms "…raised you right—in some ways," she finished, already breathless from his attentions.

"Thank you, I think," he murmured against her breast, but she could feel him smiling as he said it, wandering lazily over to the orphaned breast, pausing for a few beats to stare down at the disgusting discoloration of her flesh.

Allie could see the muscle working in his jaw, but when his head descended, it was only to apply the slightest touches of his lips to the affected area, as if he would kiss them away, and that pure, exquisite gentleness—which had been such a surprise to discover in a man like him—was almost her undoing as she felt him, finally, claim her nipple.

Chapter 2

During the long, sultry moments when his mouth expertly erased the touch and feel of the other man's hand there, Allie gave herself over to the feelings he conjured so easily within her, unable to resist wave after wave of both imminent desire and the potent memories of the previous time she had yielded herself to him, body and soul—with positively devastating results.

But when he began to move his mouth down her body, stopping here and there to acknowledge and soothe a contusion—although avoiding her injured ribs entirely—she tried to regain her equilibrium, which had always been dangerously absent any time he was around.

"Lucas, no, you can't! Someone might come in!" she panted, reaching down to try to stop him, but he was already out of her reach by the time she was able to fight through the web of sensuality he was weaving deftly around them.

He stood to his full height then, catching her eyes as well as her hands as he removed his legs from where they had been around hers—trapping her there beneath him—to instead introduce his knee to the slight gap between hers, applying a firm steady pressure until her body acquiesced, regardless of what her mind wanted and allowed him that intimate entry.

"Tell me, little one," he whispered huskily, easily adding his other leg and forcing hers to spread wide around them as he leaned over her again, bringing her arms up to hold both of them above her head in one of his hands. "Am I going to let that—or anything or anyone else, for that matter, including you—stop me from taking what's mine?"

His mouth teased hers a bit, being very careful of the cut and swelling, really just murmuring against them when she'd shaken her head in response to his question, those beautiful hazel eyes never leaving his.

"That's right, young lady. You keep thinking that you're rid of me, to go on with your regular, boring life. But deep down, you'll always know who owns you, who can look at you and make you cream in your panties. And it's not some white knight, some sanctimonious Captain America good guy, either, is it?"

Allie opened her mouth but paused, biting her lip.

But Lucas wasn't about to have that. He reached down between them, grabbing those soft folds just shy of roughly, loving the involuntary gasp that spilled from her lips and the way she automatically tried to avoid his touch, but he had made sure there was nowhere for her to go but closer to him—nothing for her to do but submit to him, as she knew, deep down, that she should.

"No, no, it's not—ah—Lucas—mmm," she admitted, much too late to save herself, just as a long, thick middle finger made a bold foray between lips that were already swollen, and already very wet, finding itself coated in her sweet nectar long before he came to the source of it.

"Now, young lady, you had better not try to tell me that you don't want this, because that would be lying, wouldn't it?" he growled in her ear as he nipped the lobe, then that very sensitive spot just down her neck that he knew drove her wild. When she didn't respond immediately, he lifted that dark head of his to stare down at her, prompting her by ramming three fingers into her with a controlled violence and asking again, almost sweetly, at the same time, "Wouldn't it?"

She couldn't say yes fast enough—once she could speak again, once the damningly loud moan had died on her lips. "Yes!"

He stopped abruptly, mid-thrust, to almost glare down at her, and she knew immediately why he was doing so. "Don't make me drag it out of you, babygirl," he warned in that heavy tone. "It should be automatic."

Her entire body flushed hot and red. Why calling him that here, in her office, was that much harder, she didn't know—or rather, didn't want to think about. But it was, and she knew he wouldn't let her get away without saying it.

"Yes…Sir."

"Next time you forget, I'm just going to spank you."

He didn't have to say the rest of it—she knew what he meant. Anytime, anywhere. It was something she wasn't anxious to test him about, because there was absolutely no doubt in her mind that he would do it.

Those talented fingers wandered around that very delicate territory, wreaking havoc wherever they touched, leaving her wrung out and breathless without ever having touched her clit—pinching and tugging her lips, forcing her to ride them as he fucked her hard, even tapping her tight rosette a time or two threateningly, and she couldn't help squealing at that, even though she knew that he was just doing that to get a rise out of her.

Probably.

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