Page 64 of Sinful Secrets

“The mafia wasn’t something I ever planned to do. Hell, I thought it was ancient and never happened anymore, but oneday, one of my best friends came to me and asked if I could help with something secretive.”

“And let me guess, you said yes.”

“Of course I did. He was my best friend. Our other best friend, Rhett, was just dumped by his sister, so I thought it was going to be a guy’s trip to cheer him up.”

“But it wasn’t?” I whisper.

“No. It was shipyard work. Moving pallets of drugs in the middle of the night. I was hesitant at first. I followed the laws and never got into trouble. My reputation was spotless, which is a miracle in the NHL.”

“So why do it?”

I understand being tempted by the lifestyle. Hell, even I did it, but I needed the money. He didn’t.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I already considered Rhett and Joey like my brothers, and like brothers, when one needs help, we all chip in. Arturo must have liked me because he gave me bigger jobs and more responsibility within the organization.”

“So you’re pretty high up?”

“Not really. Arturo doesn’t really keep a hierarchy, so to speak, but I’m lower than Joey and Rhett.”

“Joey, I get because he’s the boss’s son, but why Rhett?”

“He’s engaged to Joey’s sister. The mafia princess.”

“The one the gang bragged about shooting? Is she alright?”

“Yeah, she’s fine now, but they will continue being a problem for all of us until we can stop them.”

His words linger in the air.

Stop them.

Meaning kill them.

I can’t lose Spencer, not this soon. I wrap my hand around his erection, lightly stroking his length.

He groans. “There’s so much I still want to know about you.”

“Then ask quickly because I have other ideas.”

He flips over, pinning me to the mattress. “How about for every question you answer for me, I’ll do one thing for you?”

“Like what?”

“Whatever you tell me to do, but you have to tell me exactly where you want my hands, mouth, cock, or any other body part.”

“Ugh, really? You know I suck at dirty talk. I can think it or type it out, but saying the words out loud is completely different.”

“It drives me wild hearing you tell me what you want.” He leans down and captures my lip between his teeth.

“Fine, but just know I’m going to hate every second of it.”

More like I’ll hate having to tell him what I want because every time he touches me, my brain short circuits.

He laughs before spreading my legs and lightly wrapping them around his waist.

“I’ll start with an easy question. What’s your favorite flower?”

“Sunflower.” I pause before saying, “Play with my nipples like you usually do. Just the way I love it.”

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