Page 237 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

“Fuck!” I yell.

“What happened?” Joe asks as I walk into the office where he’s still sitting with several people.

“Marco Bonetti happened. That’s what happened. I could have been fucking killed tonight. And worse yet, Lena could have been killed. How did he even know where I was?” I yell.

“Shit, what happened?” Joe asks.

“He shot up Antonio’s!” I say loudly as I look between him and the others. “Did you call Bryce? We need more than just extra security. I need to get into that computer file.”

“I’ll call him now,” Joe states.

I realize I’ve left Lena upstairs alone. God damn it. “I have to go. Call me once you get ahold of Bryce,” I say as I hurry from the room.

I make it upstairs and walk into my bathroom. Holy fucking hell! If I thought Lena was gorgeous with clothes on, I was a fool because naked, she is like an angel sent from the heavens above just for me.

I watch her body’s outline behind the foggy glass of my shower stall.

“I brought you towels,” I say, and she jumps, turning away from me.

“Thank you. I was just getting out,” she says. I walk up to the shower stall and hold out a giant, white fluffy towel for her. I think she’ll be shy, but instead, she opens the glass door and I’m greeted by a view of her, all of her.

My gaze follows the curve of her body, her breasts, her waxed pussy, all of it. She’s perfect.

“Any chance you have cannolis here? We didn’t get dessert,” she says as she looks at me before stepping into the towel. I wrap it around her, pulling her to me.

“I think I know what I want for dessert, and it isn’t a fucking cannoli, tesoruccia,” I murmur as I stare down at her lips.

Six

LENA

Holy hotness! The animal-like magnetism I’ve felt toward Rocco just multiplied by infinity. I don’t know if it’s my dry spell with men, the adrenaline pumping through my body, or if it’s just him, but I’ve decided to throw all caution to the wind. I don’t care if he is a playboy. I don’t care if he is in the mafia. Hell, maybe it’s the shock, but I don’t even care that we were just shot at. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I need him touching me and I need it immediately.

I swallow my nerves and rise on my tiptoes. I lick my lips as my gaze stays locked with his.

“What would you like for dessert, Rocco?” I murmur as I stare up at him from beneath my lashes.

His jaw clenches and I can tell he’s fighting his desire.

“You’re playing with fire, Lena. This is my final warning,” he whispers, our lips a mere two inches apart. “I only have so much self-control.”

“I like fire,” I reply as I press my towel-covered body against his. I can feel the hard planes of his muscles and the even harder outline of his erection. I swallow again nervously, because, fuck, he’s huge. But I’m not one to back down.

“Is that so?” he says with a smirk.

I nod slightly.

“Then consider this match lit,” he states as he presses his lips to mine.

Fuck, yes! This man can kiss. His lips part and his tongue glides along my lips. I give him access and our tongues begin to slide against one another’s. His right hand grips the towel behind me, while his left hand traces down my side and grabs my ass, pressing me more tightly against him, against all of him.

He grinds his hips and I moan into his mouth as I feel his erection press into my belly. My hands lie flat against his chest. His pectoral muscles move beneath me as his tongue continues a seductive dance alongside mine.

All of a sudden, I’m lifted, and he sets me on the counter, letting the towel drop to the floor. He’s between my legs, his hands dropping to my thighs and pulling them farther apart. His lips trail down my jaw and neck and he sinks to his knees in front of me. I feel so exposed, but the look on his face is of pure want and need and something about that begins to spark self-confidence in me. I put that look on his face.

I watch as he licks the top of my right breast and slowly moves to my nipple. He takes it in his mouth and sucks hard. My hands fly to his thick, dark hair as I attempt to grip on to anything to steady myself. His right hand is slowly making circles on the inside of my thigh, inching closer and closer to my center.

His mouth comes off my nipple with a “pop” and he pays homage to my other nipple before trailing wet kisses down my belly. When his eyes find my wet folds, he leans forward and runs his tongue up my slit before looking back up at me.

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