Page 49 of His Passerotta

“And how do you suggest I repay you?” she asks. I think there’s mischievousness in her tone. Like she wants me to state the obvious, but I play it safe by not responding, just in case she actually thinks I expect sex from her. I don’t expect anything from her. I just want it.

And I think she wants it too.

I cup her jaw as gingerly as I can and lean in to kiss her. She meets me part way, shifting her body to face me.

She tastes like mint, like she already brushed her teeth for bed, and I’m reminded how late I showed up here. She looked like she’d been crying, not sleeping.

Was she crying about me? Should I have asked?

“What?” she asks, pulling away for a second.

I blink. “Huh?”

“You seem distracted.” She chuckles nervously.

She’s nervous? Why?

Is she self-conscious?

I don’t know her at all, do I?

Instead of answering, I wrap my hand around the base of her neck and pull her into me, kissing her a little harder than before, putting away my thoughts.

She’s a little slower to warm up this time, but when she does, I run my hands down her sides and tug her closer. She climbs onto my lap to straddle me, her full lips never leaving mine as she grinds her hips on my cock. The movement is slight, slight enough I’m not sure it’s intentional, but my balls are so sensitive it’s almost painful. Two minutes and I’ve already got a case of blue balls.

Two minutes… Who am I kidding, it’s been two days.

Her mouth leaves mine to move to my neck, and I lean my head back, my lips parted with a sigh while Bailey works to undo my tie. Every kiss, every gentle touch of her fingers, sends a flow of desire down south.

Her smell fills my nostrils, but it’s still not enough, so I nudge her hair with my nose, inhaling deeply.

She lets my tie drape down my shirt and moves on to work the buttons. Her lips kiss every piece of flesh she exposes, leaving a sweet, wet trail down my chest.

When she slides to her knees on the carpet, she looks up at me with the same mischievousness I heard in her voice. I’m suddenly aware of my heart pounding against my chest like it’s trying to escape.

“You know I was kidding when I said you owe me, right?” I ask, my voice heady, out of breath like I just finished a run.

She nods. “Yes.”

“Good.” I wait only a millisecond before impatiently ripping my shirt off the rest of the way, sending buttons flying every direction. I throw it on the cushion next to me and lift my hips as Bailey takes off my pants with deft hands only an experienced criminal could possess. It reminds me that she’s dangerous, far more dangerous than I give her credit for, but maybe that’s what makes her so sexy to me.

Her personality is cute. Her body is sexy. But her past, where she comes from, who she is at her core, the way her mind is because of it… That’s what really sets her apart from every other woman I’ve been with.

She comes from my world. She can handle the blood, the violence, the chaos of it all. I don’t have to hide what I do or who I am because she’s already seen it. Already seen me. Instead of looking at me with fear or disgust, she’s looking at me with pure lust, on her knees about to suck my dick. Honestly, how could it get better than that?

“Shit,” I groan, closing my eyes as my cock bounces out of my boxers.

Bailey grasps it and slowly runs her hand up and down my length. “Not going to lie, you’re bigger than I imagined.”

My eyes open as I chuckle. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or an insult.”

“Compliment,” she says, stroking me. “Trust me, I was generous in my imagination.”

“Imagination or fantasy?” I smile teasingly, but if I’m honest, that does something to me. Picturing her in the same spot I’m sitting in, touching herself while she thinks of me. It seems unlikely, but a guy can dream.

“Fantasy.”

My smile slips away, only for hers to grow just before she kisses the head of my cock. She wraps her lips around me, her cheeks caving in as she sucks, and it’s so much stimulation that I rock my hips toward her and groan.

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