Page 7 of Gangster Daddy's Girl

“Then who are you, Tyson?”

I shrug. “I’m just me. I’m a regular guy.”

“Except for the fact that you’re a gangster.”

“I’m not a gangster. I don’t work for the mob,” I reply with a laugh. “I think you’ve watched too many episodes of The Sopranos or some shit.”

“All right, if you don’t work for the mob, who do you work for?”

“I work for myself. I’m a businessman.”

“And what is your business, Tyson?”

I sigh. “Look, we’ve had a really nice night out, haven’t we? Good food, good conversation. Let’s not mess it all up with shop talk.”

She frowns. “That’s what I thought. I think you should take me home.”

“Tabitha—”

“I mean it, Tyson. I want to go home.”

I frown at her but nod. “All right. Let’s go.”

We walk back to the car in silence, and the ride back to her place is even quieter. I pull to the curb in front of her place, and she moves to open the door, but I put my hand on her arm. She turns to me with the same frown on her face she’s had since we left the boardwalk.

“Tabitha, I’m not the man you seem to think I am,” I tell her. “I’m more than what I do.”

She opens her mouth to respond but closes it again, as if she isn’t sure what to say. She lowers her gaze to my hand, which is still on her arm, so I remove it, expecting her to turn and bolt from the Escalade. She doesn’t, though. Instead, she raises her eyes to me, her lips quivering and her face filled with uncertainty. I can see that she’s torn. Conflicted. Part of her wants to get out, go inside, and forget all about me. And there’s some small bit insideof me that understands. That wouldn’t blame her. But I can also see another piece of her doesn’t want to do that.

We sit staring into each other’s eyes, the air around us heavy with the weight of unspoken words. Thick with a sense of expectation. Seizing control of the moment, I lean forward and press my mouth to hers. Her lips part, allowing me to slide my tongue past her lips, rolling it languidly around hers. A low groan drifts from her mouth, and I swallow it down, savoring it every bit as much as the hint of wine still upon her breath.

She melts into me as our kiss deepens. She rakes her fingers through my hair and moans as I plant a line of kisses down her neck, gently nipping at her skin. Molten lava is flowing through my veins, and my cock is already harder than steel. Finding her mouth once more, I grip the back of her neck with one hand and pull her to me, unable to get enough of the taste of her tongue. I run my other hand up her thigh, relishing the smooth, supple skin beneath my fingers.

Tabitha whimpers softly as I pull her panties to the side roughly and strum her clit with my fingertips. She’s already hot and dripping wet, making it easy for me to slide a pair of fingers into her. Her body tenses and her breath quickens as I pump my digits in a hard, steady rhythm deep into her slippery, wet hole. She’s tight as fuck, and my cock throbs as I picture sinking it deep into that tight little honeypot.

Tabitha leans her head back and softly whispers my name. She’s gripping my forearm so hard, I feel her nails digging into my skin. That brief pinch of pain only heightens my desire. Only gets me harder. She hisses and lets out a moan of passion as I bury my fingers, her body tightening up around me.

“Tyson, oh my G?—”

The words had just cleared her lips when I thrust my fingers into her again. Her eyes grow wide, and her mouth hangs open as a long, shaky cry bursts from her mouth. Tabitha rocks in the passenger seat and trembles wildly, digging her nails into my arm so hard as she comes, it feels like she’s going to break through my skin and draw blood.

“Oh, God,” she whimpers.

Slowly, her orgasm ebbs, and she turns her wide eyes to me. I pull my fingers out and see her juices glistening on them in the dim, ambient light. Unable to resist, I slip them into my mouth, savoring the taste of her sweet nectar. Tabitha stares at me, a wild hunger for more in her eyes, but she gives herself a shake.

“Oh my God. That was so… Oh God,” she says. “I need to go.”

Before I can say a word, she’s jumping out of the Escalade and running to the front doors of her building, trying to tug her skirt down as she goes. She disappears through the front door, leaving me sitting behind the wheel with a raging fucking hard-on. A grin touches my lips as I shake my head and start the car.

“Looks like it’s a cold fucking shower for me tonight.”

As I pull away from the curb and point the Escalade for home, my smile widens. I know this won’t be the last time I see her. Tabitha wants me as much as I want her. I saw it in her eyes. I just need to sit back and wait for her to come to me. I know she will.

6

TABITHA

After a long, hot shower that didn’t completely wash away my guilt, I’m in bed staring up at the ceiling, my mind spinning like the center of a tornado. I’m still astounded I’d let things get that far with Tyson. Mortified that I agreed to go to dinner with him in the first place. He is not the kind of man I would ever normally associate with, let alone have any sort of intimate interaction with. I shun criminals. I don’t sleep with them.

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