Page 71 of Mob Queen

Frankie straightens and turns. There’s a look of arrogance on her face. She grabs my hand and forces it between her legs. I take the invitation and slip two fingers into her. Frankie’s eyes darken and her lips part. “I look good on you,” she says with a smirk.

“Not as good as I look in you.”

She nibbles on her lip as I coax a second orgasm from her with my fingers. Frankie lifts her leg to hook around my waist. And although I want my cock in her, I know in this moment, she wants my fingers, not my dick. I fall to my knees in the shower, lift my hand to fondle her tits and feast on her pussy. She’s already on the edge of her third orgasm, and I want to tease it from her with my mouth and tongue.

The water is pounding on me, but I don’t care if I can’t breathe. I want her pussy on my face, now and forever. “That’s it, right there,” Frankie moans when I swirl my tongue around her clit. I nip and suck on it, causing Frankie to swivel her hips on my face. “There. Keep doing that.” I smile at her confidence, but what my woman wants, she gets. I nip, tease and lick until she grabs onto my shoulders and her body quivers. “I’m coming,” she chokes.

Good, I want her to fill my mouth with her juices.

Frankie grinds her hips on my face until her body quakes with a second orgasm. When her moans stop, I pull back, stand and wipe my mouth. I seal my mouth over hers, letting Frankie taste how amazing she is. Frankie softens in my arms as I claim her mouth. She’s like no woman I’ve ever known before. “You’re an obedient one when it comes to sex, aren’t you?” I say as I take the soap and lather it between my hands before applying it to her body.

“I’m a fucking queen,” she says.

“There’s no doubt that’s exactly what you are.” I rub my hands over her shoulders, then down to her chest. She stands straighter and lifts her chin. “You enjoy me taking control.”

“Only when it comes to sex.” She looks at me and arches a brow. “You missed a spot.” Frankie lifts her arms so I can wash under them.

“You have to soften up a bit, Frankie.”

“No, I don’t.” She rinses where I’ve washed and turns her back to me. “Wash my hair.” Frankie tilts her head back and waits until I’ve got the shampoo and begin lathering her hair. “If I let go just a little, then I’m a bigger walking target then when I’m hard.”

I nip on her ear, taking the lobe between my teeth. “Maybe it’s better to get out of this game.”

“No, this is my life. But it doesn’t have to be yours.” With her eyes closed I massage her head, working the shampoo deeply.

I’m stuck with a dilemma. I know the FBI are going to close in on her, especially with that incoming human trafficking shipment. But, something in my gut tells me that can’t be Frankie. “You could always get out too. Give the operation to your brother, or G.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were wearing a wire. But considering you’re naked, I would’ve seen it.”

I rinse off the shampoo while I let my mind grow increasingly loud. “I’m not willing to submerge myself into the dark. I won’t compromise who I am.”

“I’m not asking you to.” She picks the conditioner up and hands it to me.

I squirt some into my hand and run it through her wayward curls. “The thing is, Frankie, I’m prepared to toe the line of darkness and tell you the FBI are onto a shipment you have coming in soon.”

“What shipment?” She turns to face me. Her face has hardened, her brows are drawn in close. “Which one?”

“Jesus,” I say as I take a step back. “How many do you have coming in?”

Frankie shakes her head slowly. “Which shipment?” she repeats.

“A shipment of people.”

Frankie blinks rapidly and rubs at her chin. “I don’t do human trafficking, I already told you that.”

“The FBI said they have a shipment of yours pinged, and it’s a ship full of people.”

“It’s not mine, because I don’t traffic.” Frankie looks over to the corner of the shower and brings her fingers to run over her lips. “If it’s not mine, then who the fuck is coming through my docks?”

“Authorities think it’s you.”

“It’s fucking not,” she says adamantly. Frankie leaves the shower, with conditioner still in her hair. I quickly turn the water off, grab a towel and head out of the shower after her. “G!” Frankie calls from her room.

G comes barreling up the stairs and stops when he sees Frankie pulling on a robe with me standing behind her in a bath towel. “Do I really need to see this?” G gestures toward us.

“Someone is bringing in a shipment under my name.”

“What kind of shipment?”

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