Page 49 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?

I sense his smile as I trail my mouth down the side of his neck.

“It’s an order.”

I chuckle, pressing my thumb against his slit. He winces, then moans when I rub the underside. “You are in no position to be bossy right now.”

“And you were headed for the shower,” he challenges, lifting his hips to thrust into my hand.

“That was before you got me hard again.”

He buries his fingers into both my thighs. “Earlier wasn’t enough.”

My dick strains between us, begging to feel him.Fuck. What am I gonna do with him?

Panting, I press my forehead between his shoulder blades. Giving his nipple a last twist that makes him hiss, I push my fingers in his mouth and get them wet, then attack the other nipple. It’s just as hard and he arches into me, which tells me he definitely likes it.

“Come on, Chai, come for me,” I whisper, needing him to tip over the edge so I can make myself come, too.

I spread my legs further and that allows me a bit more room to position my dick in such a way so I can rub it against him. He lets out an appreciative sound, his hand joining the one I’m using to stroke him. It guides mine to a quicker pace, but it’s not until I start rutting against him that he reaches that height of pleasure. I keep pumping him as his cock throbs, my own dying for release.

I swallow Chai’s grunts with a dirty kiss, the sounds we make echoing off the walls along with the wet noises. It’s hot in a primal kind of way, and so is Chai when he goes boneless. I finish myself off, spilling between us and painting his back with my cum. He hums in sleepy pleasure.

Feeling him starting to drift off, I get up and scoop him in my arms, not giving him the chance to drift off. He yelps, holding onto my neck.

“Shower. And we probably need new bed sheets,” I say, carrying him to the bathroom.

I rinse us off quickly, then change the linen while he dries. We slip under the covers naked. He presses his front to my back, grazing my shoulder with his teeth.

“What time is it?” he asks, his voice spent and tired.

I lift my phone where it’s charging on the nightstand. “Just past two-thirty.”

“I need to brief you about tomorrow…”

I don’t think I have enough brain cells left for a briefing after my two orgasms. “Can you do it later?” I say, yawning.

He snuggles closer, his heat comforting. “We’d need to get up at five-thirty so we can leave at eight…”

Ugh. I hate early mornings, but I’m really in no state to pay attention right now.

I reach back, running my hand through his slightly damp hair. “Sure. Do it in the morning.”

He chuckles. “I was thinking of doing something else.”

The easy fondness mingling with the amusement in his voice makes my chest warm. I’d love to fool around with him first thing in the morning, but at this rate, we’d need to get up at five and I don’t do well with less than four hours of sleep. It’s cutting it close as it is, especially since I’ll be actually working tomorrow and not just accompanying him shopping.

“Mm, I’m sure you can wait until the evening.”

“Are you asking me to?” he drawls in a sultry and seductive tone.

Not really, but just imagining him being hot and hard around me all day and having to wait until the evening to take care of a raging boner does something to my insides. My dick twitches, hot needles spreading under my skin.

“Yes,” I say, my voice low and a little croaky.

He hums. “You’ll have to make it up to me.”

Oh, he has no idea about all the things I want to do with him.

I turn my head and smooch him. “Don’t worry, I will. Now sleep or we’ll both be looking like zombies tomorrow.”

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