Page 27 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

“I’d probably have to shout it since the music would be so loud,” he whispered sexily into my ear, “but since it’s so quiet, I can do it like this. And I’d have said, ‘You’re incredibly hot. Do you want to dance?’”

“Yes,” I moaned.

And not just a little moan –

But like aPLEASE FUCK MEmoan.

I wasn’t even thinking – it just slipped out.

As soon as I said it, I blushed furiously, my face burning red-hot.

He pulled back to look me in the eyes.

Oh god, I was so embarrassed –

And yet I wanted him so bad, I couldn’t look away.

His eyes lowered to my chest, and he grinned. “Looks like you might want to do a little more than dance.”

I glanced down to see what he was talking about –

Oh Jesus!

I hadn’t worn a bra, I was so exhausted when I woke up –

And my nipples were erect and pressing hard against the white shirt I wore for work.

For a second I was embarrassed –

And then I was like,Fuck it.

I want him.

He knows it.

There’s no use pretending.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

“Yes, what?” he asked with a grin.

I stared him right in the eyes and said, bold as brass, “I want to do alotmore than just dance.”

He looked absolutely delighted. “That’s good – because I do, too.”

He put his hands on my waist and pulled me into him, my body against his crotch –

And I could feel his hard cock pressing against me.

OH GOD.

I gasped –

And that’s when he bent down and kissed me.

His mouth was warm and sweet, and I could taste a trace of whiskey on his lips.

When I got over my complete shock about two seconds later, I opened my mouth wide to him –

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