Page 107 of Sugar Baby Mine

“Pay off your debts.”

I push my bottom lip out at him, the tip of his tongue tracing it as I lean in.

“You still gonna be my sugar daddy?”

“Always,” he says. “You’re mine, baby. I’ll take care of you if you let me.”

And I think I will, because I fucking deserve something good in my life. I’ve given up a lot with my family for my sisters and nephews, and have reaped no reward other than their freedom, being in their life. I wouldn’t change it for the world, but I’m ready to step out of the shadows and live my life for me.

I run my fingers over his lips, glancing up at him before leaning in to kiss him again.

“Please,” I say, and he already knows exactly what I mean.

Epilogue

Seven months later

BENJAMIN

“Not only is it hot as balls today, the excessive amount of people in here is making me sweat even more.”

“Baby.”

“I mean, I know this is like a once-in-five-or-six years thing, but damn, didn’t know that many people were fucked up over a flower blooming.”

“Emmeline,” I try again, gently pulling her toward me and out of the way as someone rushes by us to get to a group of people ahead of us in line.

“Like, I mean, I guess we’re here, too, so I know I’m being a hypocrite, but Iworkwith flowers every day. I think I’m at least a little entitled to this space.”

I lean down and place my lips at the shell of her ear. “Little bird, if you want me to make everyone go away, just say the word.”

Her face turns up to look at me, brows pulled low and a frown marring her delicate features. I never liked that look on her.

“You know you’ve never managed to convince me you haven’tkilled someone before, and when you say shit like that, it’s all I can think about.”

I can’t help but roll my eyes. She’s had this hard on for me being some mafia gangster since we met. I’ve always liked to press her buttons just as much as she delights in pressing mine.

“All I meant was that I could book us a private tour after hours if you wanted, instead.”

“And have you spend several grand just to see some flowers in silence? Pass. You’re not blowing your 401k on that shit. Plus, it might be done blooming by then.”

My eye twitches. “You and your bratty fucking mouth are gonna be sorry when we get home and I stuff my cock down your throat until you choke.”

Emmeline turns to face me fully, standing on her tiptoes so that her breath fans over my jaw. I’m so tempted to grab her, pull her even closer, to press her tight little body against mine and kiss the sass right out of her mouth. But I know her limits, and public affection is something that makes her anxious, so I’ll follow her lead wherever she’ll take me.

“And what if I like that?” I know she does. “What if I want you to fuck my mouth until I’m crying and choking on your dick, so desperate to taste your cum that I’ll do fucking anything?” Her chin tips up, eyelashes fluttering as the jade green of her eyes gets swallowed up by the black of her pupils.

I walk her a step forward, and she follows gladly.

My little bird is sin in a bottle, ready for the taking. And it looks like she wants to be taken, all right.

My hand rests on the curve of her waist, bare skin beneath my fingers due to the ridiculous crop of the tank top she’s wearing. If I truly were a mob boss, maybe I would gouge out the eyes of anyone who looked at her ass in these tiny fucking jean shorts, but I’m not. Let them look at my girl. I know it’s all I ever want to do.

“Then it sounds like we’re gonna have a fun night of the back and forth you love so much,” I drawl, thumb circling her damp skin. She nearly careens away from me entirely when a giggle bursts from her lips, swatting my hand away from her waist as she turns back around.

“No tickling in public.”

I guide her another few steps forward with my palm on her low back, and we’ve finally made it around the corner of the roped walkway now.

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