Page 93 of Enforcer

She nods, eyes clearing of the lingering lust our kiss had bred as she slides off my lap and stands, straightening her clothes and brushing her hair back.

“Well, when duty calls, you have to answer. I’ll get out of here so you can get ready,” she says, grabbing the bag she sat on the piano and heading for the door as if the last few minutes hadn't happened.

My cock is screaming at her in two different languages right now.

I reach her in a flash, pressing her against the door as it slams shut.

She lets out a strangled moan as I press my hips forward, running the length of me over the sweet seam of her ass.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I ask her, my tone demanding and dark.

“You said you had somewhere to be. Don’t want to piss off Lorenzo,” she breathes, turning her face to press against the door, giving me a clear shot at her left ear.

I nuzzle through her hair, nipping the shell of it, relishing in the cute little whimper she tries to hold back. “I didn’t release you,” I snarl.

She laughs, and it dances through my brain like the fog of sickness, pulling me under the heady notes like she’s whiskey and I’m the unassuming male too weak not to partake of her.

“What, am I to callyouDaddy now like Brynne does Slate?” she jokes.

I back up some, fisting her hair in my hand and using it to turn her. Her back hits the door as I yank her around to face me. Stepping back into her body, I press against her at an angle that allows me to come face-to-face with the siren.

“No, but you could use some respect when you speak to me, tesoro.”

She smiles, gasping when I tighten my hand in her hair. “What will you have me call you, then?”

“Sir, would be nice.”

No laughter breaks free of her mouth like I’m expecting. Instead, her pupils dilate in her beautiful eyes, slightly darkening them. It’s enough to have my cock pulsing along with their movement.

“Like that, do you?”

“What? No. It’s demeaning and wrong,” she says, trying to hide how the idea of her surrendering to me and calling me sir made her feel. It was evident how her face changed as I demanded it.

In the way her body shifted into mine.

“Is that right?” I ask her, fighting a smirk.

She nods, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

“Open your legs,” I tell her, standing to my full height. Looking down at her, I watch her grapple with the command as she tries to decide what to do.

“Go on, showsirhow wet you are for him, hm?”

“That’s not fair. I’m wet from the kiss,” she counters as she heeds my order and spreads her legs.

She’s in leggings and an overly baggy sweatshirt, and she looks fucking delectable, but I can’t focus on that right now.

“It was a good kiss,” I agree, working my hand down the front of her pants.

My hand doesn’t skim over panties, however. I find her bare, clean-shaven, and silky as I slide my hand to its true destination between those plump pussy lips of hers.

My fingers efficiently work over her clit and find her sopping wet entrance as she spreads herself further, pressing her back into the door to angle herself a bit better on my fingers.

“Hungry little tesoro tonight, aren’t you?”

She nods.

“Words. You know the ones that I want,” I growl.

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