Page 23 of Rescued By the Mafia

“D-Dante, please,” she said, her head half-collapsed against his shoulder. “Please.”

He pressed on her clit again. “Louder.”

She sucked in a breath. “Dante.”

“Louder.” He dragged his fingers through her pulsating channel, her juices dripping down his wrist.

She threw her head back, her back arching, her breasts pushing into his chest. “Dante!” Her body shuddered, nearly convulsing as the orgasm rolled through her. Her muscles clamped down on his hand, trying to extract something that wasn’t there. If his arm hadn’t been locked around her waist, she would have tumbled to the floor in a boneless, breathless heap.

Dante damn near came just watching. He tipped her against him, eased her leg down from his, and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Such a good fucking girl, Snapdragon. That was glorious.”

Her head shifted, as if she attempted to lift it but failed, and she sucked in a ragged breath. “It … it really was.”

Nearly an hour had passed since they’d left the house again, and Iris still couldn’t believe she’d worked up the nerve to do what she’d done in Dante’s bedroom. Let alone how much she had enjoyed it. The rougher, dirtier way Dante had talked, the way he’d simply held her up and shown her more pleasure with one hand than she’d ever experienced before, and even the rush it had given her to go down on him—she’d enjoyed every bit of it. She’d enjoyed it so much that she’d been a little disappointed when he hadn’t peeled off both their clothes and thrown her onto the bed in a fit of passion.

Which was stupid, she knew.

But she couldn’t deny now that she lusted for him. No matter how much it surprised her, in an abstract way, to be lusting for anyone.

“I’m so sorry to keep you waiting,” the man who worked at the bank said as he hurried back into the room and around to his side of the desk. He nervously smoothed down his necktie, looking quickly between them before settling on Dante and setting down a slim file. “All the paperwork is prepared; we just need a couple of signatures if you’re sure—”

“Of course I’m fucking sure,” Dante snapped. He drummed the fingers of his free hand—the hand not connected to her—over his raised knee. “What the hell took you so long?”

Iris watched, quietly, because she had no idea how long a process like this might take an ordinary person. If an ordinary person could just pop in with such a demand in the first place.

The banker cleared his throat. “It’s just … well, there seems to be a small issue, surrounding Ms. Jayne.”

Iris blinked.

The hand Dante had over her shoulder held tighter and he uncrossed his legs. “Elaborate.”

“It’s nothing that will hold us up!” the forty-something man said quickly. “I just had to take an extra moment to be absolutely certain.” He drew a breath and Iris watched a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face. “Iris Jayne seems to have been labeled as a missing person in her previous state of residence.”

Iris felt her stomach fall to the floor. “What?” She hadn’t meant to speak, because she believed the man in front of them. And as soon as his words had hit her ears, she realized how stupid she’d been. Of course, her proud deputy sheriff ex would use his resources to file an official missing person’s report. If nothing else, she should have realized that after hearing Paul had chased her all the way to New Jersey.

A fact she’d briefly allowed to slip from the forefront of her mind.

Dante was silent for several seconds. His hand lowered from her shoulder to the indent of her waist, and he pulled her closer to his side. “Was there accusation of a crime?”

“N-no, Mr. De Salvo,” the banker said. “Nothing like that came up.”

“Good.” Dante gave Iris a gentle squeeze. “Then we’ll proceed, and I’ll expect you not to mention that report to anyone again.”

“Of course, sir.” The banker flicked a glance in Iris’s direction. “Ma’am.”

Dante snapped his fingers as he extended his free hand. “Let’s get that paperwork signed and we can be out of your hair.”

The banker eagerly passed along the file and a pen, Dante scrawled his name on the indicated line, and then handed everything to Iris. Her hand shook for a moment, her mind still reeling from the latest news, and she nearly jumped when Dante pressed a kiss to her temple. “Everything is still fine, Snapdragon,” he murmured in her ear.

She exhaled and signed where prompted.

The papers were returned to the banker, copies were made, and the file handed back to Dante with a copy of the updated signatures on the account as well as an up-to-date account balance.

When they climbed back into the SUV, Dante held out the file for her. “Why don’t you look this over, see for yourself what resources you have now, and we can re-visit the conversation of you working day jobs over dinner.” He leaned in as her fingers closed around the file and dropped a kiss to her forehead. “I have to make a quick call.”

Iris nodded absently, staring at the generic face of the folder as all the words from the past few minutes tangled together in her mind. She had a sneaking suspicion she wasn’t going to know how to process whatever number was printed in the file now in her lap and a part of her didn’t want to know. She worried it somehow cheapened what she and Dante were building.

“I have another job for you,” Dante said into the phone. “This one involves hacking into out-of-state police records, so you might even enjoy it.”

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