Page 69 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

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LILA

“A bit late for coffee, don’t you think?” Andre’s voice is like melted chocolate.

My eyes flutter closed as a delicious shiver runs down my spine.

“My boss likes to keep me working late.” I reach for my espresso.

“Maybe it’s because you’re not efficient enough with your work.” A jab. To try to rile me.

I shrug. “I think it's so he can get me alone in the office.”

I reach for the milk frother.

His strong hand is around my wrist in an instant, halting my movements.

My breath catches as his hard body presses up against me, his erection digging into my ass.

“Why would he want to do that?” Andre’s heated breath in my ear leaves me soaked.

My skin is on fire, and it takes everything in me not to moan at the feel of him pressed against me.

“I think he’s obsessed with me.” I push my ass out so it rubs against his cock.

Andre hisses, his other hand moving to grip my hip.

I chuckle, knowing he’s moments away from losing control.

“Is that so?” he growls.

“Uh huh.” I wiggle my hips a little. “I can’t even make a coffee without him trying to fuck me.”

Andre releases my wrist and snatches the milk frother out of my hand, slamming it down onto the counter, making me jump. He places both of his hands on my waist and spins me around to face him, his eyes wild as he stares down at me.

“What game are you trying to play, Lila?”

I keep my eyes locked with his as I reach out and graze my hand over his hard cock.

“Isn’t it obvious?” I shrug. “I’m playing your game.”

“Don’t mess with me, princess,” he rasps, his eyes flashing with need as I stroke him once more. “You’ll lose every time.”

“I’m ok with that.”

He moves so fast I only have time to gasp before his mouth crashes against mine.

I instantly part my lips, giving him full access to my mouth, and I melt at the feeling of his tongue tangling with mine.

Andre doesn’t waste any time before he wraps his hands around the back of my thighs and lifts me onto the counter, spreading my legs.

“This dress is very inappropriate for the workplace.” He reaches for the zipper.

I hold my breath as he slowly starts to pull it down, my swollen, aching breasts springing free.

“Fuck, Lila. You’re not wearing a bra?”

“The dress’s too tight for a bra.” I shrug, a smile pulling at my lips as I glance down at my heavy breasts.

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