Page 67 of Mob Princess

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Israel

I knockedon the bathroom door. “Bonnie?”

“Yes?”

“You okay in there?”

She giggled. “I’d be better if you were here, but yes. I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”

I sighed. “You really should stop making comments like that.”

The water turned off. “Why? Do they make you uncomfortable?”

“Not sure ‘uncomfortable’ is the right word.”

The bathroom door whipped open. “Oh, really now?”

I tried not to look at her naked body. “I had the doctor look at my nose. Just like you asked.”

She nodded. “I see that. A nose cast suits you, actually. Kind of sexy in a rugged sort of way.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “You sure he didn’t hit you in the head?”

She tsked. “Israel, come on now. You know you’re an attractive man no matter what someone does to you. So, cut the act.”

She brushed past me and electricity sent my mind in all sorts of directions. I steeled myself, trying to push down my desire for her. But ever since we’d gotten back home, I don’t know. All I wanted was to make her mine and remind her who had her back. It was the weirdest thing, a feeling I’d never experienced before. And as I slowly turned around, I saw Isabel sitting at her vanity.

Naked.

While doing her hair.

She met my gaze in the mirror with a slight smile. “Yes?”

I felt my cock hardening. “Do you really have to do that naked?”

She turned around. “I suppose I could do other things naked if you wanted to.”

I growled. “Why are you always tempting me?”

She stood. “Because maybe I’m just waiting for you to give in to what I know you want.”

I charged across the room and scooped her into my arms. For weeks now, the tension between us had been palpable. Thick. Warm. Like her curves, or the way her pussy cradled my cock. She gasped as her hands clung to my arms, her eyes dancing along my face. My cock stiffened even more against her.

She pushed softly against me. Harder, as if she were trying to tease me with the whole of her body at once. “I want you, Israel. So, why can’t you just admit you want me, too?”

I swallowed. “You’re a distraction.” An amazingly tantalizing one. “And we’re at war.”

“No one said it had to be a long session, you know.”

I felt the beast inside me rattling around. “What did you say?”

She threaded her arms around my neck. “Romance has its time and place, sure, but sex can’t always be romance and extensive foreplay, right?”

I backed her to the bed. “Are you sure about this?”

Her cheeks flushed. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life.”

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