Page 9 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“We’re in a bar,” she chokes out.

I smile again, grazing my fingers along the soft underside of her breast, the thin material of her dress leaving nothing to the imagination.

“I’ve noticed.” I chuckle, running my tongue along her jaw.

She moans, shifting in place and squeezing her thighs together.

“Are you trying to find some relief, sweetheart?”

“No,” she blurts.

“Hmm…” I move to kiss the edge of her mouth, my thumb still tracing the underside of her breast. “What about now?” I graze my thumb over her peaked nipple.

She gasps, clutching onto my arm as her body arches.

“I think we’re going to have fun, you and I.” I chuckle before dropping my hands and leaning back against the cold leather of the booth.

I watch as disappointment flashes in Lila’s eyes at my withdrawal, and I know I have her right in the palm of my hand.

I smirk. “Shall we take the champagne to go?”

4

LILA

I was not expecting to be drinking champagne straight from the bottle in the front seat of a blacked-out Lamborghini when I took a seat opposite Dirk tonight.

Andre, unlike Dirk, is something out of a movie. There’s no way he’s real. From the way he swooped in and saved me from the worst date of my life to the way he has me throbbing between my thighs with one brush of my nipple to how he has me practically begging for him to take me home.

Fuck, I need to get laid.

“Where are we going?” I ask as Andre climbs into the driver's seat.

“I’m staying at the Ritz-Carlton.”

Of course, he is.

I watch him out of the corner of my eye as he puts the car in drive, ignoring the thudding of my heart as he revs the engine. I still can’t quite believe I’m going home with this guy, but people say the best way to get over someone is by getting under someone else.

And Andre made me feel something back there, he made me get out of my head, and that is something that hasn’t happened since Sam and I broke up.

My hand itches to rest on his muscular thigh as he races along sixth avenue. His eyes focused on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel in a way I know has his forearms flexing beneath his suit jacket.

My mouth is actually watering.

If I want to keep my head cool and not make a fool of myself, I have to lay off the champagne, at least until we’re at the hotel. Then all bets are off.

I look at his profile. God, he’s beautiful.

“Are you staying in the city long?”

Andre doesn’t immediately reply, and my stomach sinks, but I try to ignore the feeling. This is a one-night thing. Guys like Andre don’t go for girls like me, so I should make the most of this one night of passion and make a memory out of it to warm me in the cold, lonely nights to come.

No getting attached, no feelings required. Just enjoy the night and move on. Before I get hurt.

“That depends on many different factors.” He glances sideways at me, the corner of his sensuous mouth lifting.

I bite my lip, taking in the sharp angles of his jaw and nose, his chiseled cheekbones that most girls would kill for. A hint of a stubble covers his jaw, roughing up the edges.

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