Page 24 of Desperate Desires

His eyes stayed on mine as he moved farther down, sliding his long fingers between my thighs from behind. I hissed as he gently glided them over my pussy.

“Christ, Doc, you’re so fucking warm here. So soft,” he moaned, biting his lower lip and moving one hand to the front.

He delved between my thighs again and I gasped, mouth opened as he teased my entrance, circling my tight nubbin, and withdrawing before he ever really touched me.

I watched in disbelief and utter fascination while Ono licked his lips, whetting my appetite.

This was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. And also the most chaste. He had barely touched me, but I was already so freaking hot for him.

The man was way too sexy for my own good. And the invitation I read in his crystalline gaze was too much for a woman like me to resist.

So, why should I try?

I was a reasonable, responsible, career-oriented adult.

I did everything everyone expected of me all the time.

I deserved a little no strings fun time in the shower with a hot as fuck man.

Hell, I fucking earned it with the high stress, little reward job I did every damn day.

Besides, when would I ever get propositioned by a sexy, blue-eyed gangster again?

This might be Micky’s life.

Aella’s or Clem’s.

But it wasn’t mine. Big sexy mafia type men didn’t usually try to fuck me.

Well, not since the Volkov Clan’s extended family members roughed up a couple of guys who got too frisky at my twenty-fifth birthday party that the girls threw for me at the Vipers’ Den bar and club over in Jersey City.

It wasn’t personal. It didn’t really have anything to do with me.

It was a more a who wanted to get their hands broken kinda thing.

But that was just part and parcel of being adopted by the Volkov Clan, which I was proudly and wholeheartedly blessed for.

But if Ono was into doing this, if he was into me—and judging by the mighty fine hard on he was sporting, he was very into doing this—then so was I.

I wasn’t a liar by nature and the truth was, I wanted him.

I wanted this tall, thick, muscular man to ravish me in the shower like I was the star of my very own, mildly pornographic, romance novel—the bodice ripping kind.

My body heated as I stepped farther under the spray of water, allowing it to fall over my head and down my body.

“Fuck, Doc. You look so goddamn good. I bet you feel better,” he growled and pulled me flush against his hard body.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, wrapping my arms carefully around his waist and cupping his firm ass with my greedy, searching hands.

Dear Lord, the man has a fine ass.

“Why not? You’re a woman. I’m a man. I’d argue we were born to do this,” he said, dipping his head.

“Well, the anatomy is right,” I agreed.

“It’s more than right. It’s fucking perfect. My anatomy is dying to get inside yours, Bellezza. Tell me you want it, too. Tell me you want my dick filling your hot little slit,” he growled.

“I mean, if you’re sure,” I hedged.

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