Page 4 of Mob Princess

“Honey, do you remember me mentioning Samantha and Tony? They’re both in doctoral programs now.” Lina slides her hand into mine and leans against me as my arm sits in the valley between her tits.

“Didn’t you share an apartment with Sam?” I fall into the roleplay with ease. Though it’s not the roleplaying I’d like to do with her. That involves blindfolds, handcuffs, and a flogger.

“No. That was Lisa. But Sam and I took nearly all the same classes together.” She beams at me before shifting her gaze to Amanda. Her left hand is in my right, so she extends her free hand to Amanda. I can tell my former fuck buddy isn’t pleased. Oh, well. It’s been eight years. Life moves on.

“Hello, I’m Amanda Garrison.”

“Hi, I’m Nikki.”

She sounds casual, and she has the nickname I suspected. But she didn’t offer her last name this time either. Does she ever? Is she being cautious since I’m still a strange man? Does she want Amanda to think there’s no need since she shares mine? I drop my focus to her as she looks up at me. God, how I want to kiss her. There’s a conspiratorial gleam in her eyes that makes me giddy.

“You must be a lot younger than us. I don’t remember you.” Bitch. Amanda just has to take a dig.

“A bit. People say I still look young enough to be in college. Never mind I finished grad school three years ago.” Her smile is nothing less than patronizing. She knows it. I know it. And Amanda sure as fuck knows it. She deserved the jab in return.

“Sean, how did you meet?”

“At a fundraiser in Montreal about two years ago.” I did attend an event back then. It was to elect a city council member favorable to a very open border for the goods my family ships down the St. Lawrence River.

“I didn’t realize you live in Canada now.”

“We don’t. We live in East Harlem.” Lina chimes in, unwilling to be snubbed. I like her assertiveness. I let go of her hand, and she doesn’t stop me. But it’s only so I can wrap my arm around her waist. What the fuck possessed me to do that?

It feels so right to touch her and have her against me. I want to drag her out of here and into somewhere private. I want to pull her modest dress up to her waist and sink into her. I want to taste every inch of her and make her scream my name as I come inside her. I want a lot of things with her, but I can’t have any. There are so many reasons why.

I was always the best at playing make believe.

“Lina, we have to get going. We don’t want to miss our flight, cailín.”

Chapter Two

Lina

The devil must have possessed me because there is no other reason to explain why I just slipped my hand into the one belonging to the hottest man I’ve ever met. Sex appeal pours off him like a waterfall in Hawaii. Its power is so strong it threatens to suck you under. It’s the devil telling me to step closer to him as he wraps his arm around my waist while we pretend to be a couple.

I can tell myself I came to his rescue because he already saved me twice. But that’s not it. At least, not entirely. It’s actually only a sliver. I want him to notice me as more than some klutz. I want to feel his chiseled pecs under my hand again. I never needed to touch him to regain my balance. It was an impulse that’s left my panties wet. If the car ride hadn’t been between a cemetery and a funeral reception, I would have gotten myself off a few times. I want to rub myself against him like a kitten he can make purr.

“You’re right, honey. I’ve already said my ‘hi’s and byes.’ Is there anyone you want to talk to?”

I hope it sounds the way I intend it. He didn’t want to speak to this woman. It was clear she ambushed him. They have a past. A sexual past. I walked away because I wanted to claw her eyes out the moment I saw her. But Sean looked so desperate as he searched for a way out. I said a hasty goodbye and went to him as though we’re opposite pole magnets.

“Remember what I said, Sean.”

What the fuck was that?

“Yes. Such a pity about your divorce.”

Before Amanda can say anything, he nods and turns us toward the door. When we pass through, I expect him to release me. Instead, he moves along faster. He reaches out and tests a door handle. It’s unlocked. He swings me inside but doesn’t shut the door. I nod, and it practically slams closed. He’s pressing me against it as his mouth descends to mine. I cup his jaw and neck as I try to give as good as I get. But his kiss is hungry and dominant. When he grasps my wrists and pulls, I let go immediately. When he lifts my hands over my head and pins my wrists in one hand while his free hand grips my hip, I give myself over to the kiss and him entirely.

I’ve never relinquished complete control to any man in anything. Not to my dead father. Not to my asshole brother. Not to past boyfriends. Not even my mom. But I do with Sean. In an instant without hesitation or reservation. He accepts what I offer and presses his entire body against me. I feel how hard he is as he keeps me sandwiched between the door and him. I can feel how long and stiff he is. The temptation to drop to my knees and suck him off crashes over me with a strength I’ve never felt before. I’ve never minded BJs, but I’ve never lined up to offer them. But I want to taste Sean. I want to make him stark raving mad with desire just like he’s doing to me. I must be losing my mind.

I press my hips into him and arch my back, so only my head and shoulders rest against the door. I shift to open my legs, and he takes the invitation. He slides his thigh between mine. It’s freaking titanium. I have enough self-restraint not to grind against it to get myself off. But I want to. I need to. But I know self-denial, and I know I can survive it. Just barely. I’ve never wanted a man like I do Sean. I squeeze his thigh between mine, and he groans. It only encourages him. His hand slides from my hip to my ass and squeezes. He’s tightening his hold in tiny increments. It hurts, but not enough.

“More, Sean. Harder.”

He obliges, and it makes me go onto my toes. I didn’t expect that much strength in his hand. I tug at my wrists, and he immediately lets go. I bring my hands to his chest and let them roam over his pecs and abs. I slip my fingers into his belt and tug. He obliges, and I can go nowhere. He’s careful not to hurt me, but I’m truly pinned now. I thought I was before, but his hand resting on my throat eradicates any thoughts of leaving or that I’m in control.

“More, Sean.”

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