Page 62 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

My head snaps up to find Lila in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, pushing her breasts up.

She’s wearing the same scowl on her face, but her cheeks have a pinkish tinge to them, as if she’s been fighting her arousal for the last few hours too.

The thought sends me to my feet and crossing the room in a few strides.

“I don’t recall you complaining about me being hard on you before…” I don’t bother being subtle as I glance at those delicious breasts.

Lila’s breath hitches, and I let my tongue wet my lower lip as I take her in. “Tell me, Miss Morano, do you ever think about that night in the penthouse suite of the Carlton-Ritz?”

“Andre…” Lila’s eyes seem to glaze over, and I smirk.

“Late at night, when you’re alone in bed, do you think about how I sank my cock so deep inside you that you screamed with pleasure?”

A strangled noise escapes Lila, and my hardening cock instantly goes rock-hard in response.

“Do you touch yourself as you remember how I devoured that delicious pussy of yours with my tongue?”

Lila’s pupils dilate as her chest heaves, and I let my hand rub my hard length through my pants, letting the memories of our night together heat my blood.

I know I shouldn’t be testing us like this, but fuck, I need her like I need air.

“This is harassment,” she whispers, her cheeks glowing red as she looks down at the bulge in my pants.

I squeeze my cock harder and let a deep, guttural groan escape.

Lila’s lips part, and I know she’s imagining us fucking, and it smashes what small amount of self-control I had left.

“Not if you want it,” I growl.

I reach out and run my fingers down her neck, watching as the skin instantly pebbles beneath my touch.

She stiffens, but a soft sigh escapes her lips.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

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ANDRE

She is about to walk away from this. From me.

But then she stands on her tiptoes, holding my biceps to balance herself before leaning in.

The scent of orange blossom and vanilla hits me as her tongue darts out and traces my lower lips.

My hands fly to Lila’s hips, and I sink my fingers into her soft flesh as I fight the urge to spill into my pants.

“Lila.” I ache to pull her flush against me, devour that pretty little mouth, but I wait, letting her set the pace.

I crave this, and I don’t want to scare her off, no matter how badly I want to fucking rip those clothes off and take her right here.

“Was there something else you needed from me?” Amusement lines her voice as her lips move to my jaw.

“I need you to sit on the desk, now.” I release my hold on her.

After her eyes flick once more to my very obvious arousal, she struts over to the desk and perches on the edge.

I watch her over my shoulder, my body so tense with need that I can barely think straight.

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