Page 84 of Boardwalk Kings

I looked at Ava, who shook her head. “No, we’re okay.”

After she left us, I sat on the bench inside the dressing room and stared at Ava. She stood before me, rubbing her hands on her thighs.

“Take off your clothes.” I raised my arm to inspect my watch. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

Ava dug her teeth into her bottom lip.

“Why so shy?” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “I’ve been inside you. There’s nothing I haven’t seen.”

“That was only for a second,” she shot back, her skin flushed. “We never…”

I beckoned her with my finger. “Come here.”

Ava hesitated for a moment before she sauntered to me, looking sexy without even trying.

I hooked my arm around her and pulled her onto my lap. “You’re ours. And we take care of our women.”

“How many women do you have?” Ava snorted with laughter. “Do you keep them on retainer?”

“No, baby.” I dipped my hand between her thighs. “Just you.”

“But you work with naked women every night. So does Angelo.”

I shrugged. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Aren’t you tempted? Don’t you want them?”

“Nope. Those girls are like wallpaper to me. I don’t even look at them.”

Pressing her lips together, she tucked her dark hair behind her ears. “Why not?”

“Because they’re whores. My employees.”

“What about Angelo?” Ava swiveled on my lap so she could put her arm across the back of my neck. “He’s surrounded by naked women who want to have sex with him.”

“Quit your worrying, woman.” I peeled her panties to the side and massaged her wet slit with my thumb. “We don’t mix our business with pleasure.”

“Then what do you call what we’re doing right now?”

She moaned as I slid my finger inside her.

“A gray area.”

It was so easy to distract her.

Her head hit the mirror as she leaned back, and she groaned. “Jenny can hear us, Stefan.”

I pumped another finger into her. “So what? Let her listen to you cum for me.”

“Oh, God.” Her eyes snapped shut as I fucked her with my fingers. “Stefan, what are we doing?”

“I’m corrupting the good girl.” I shoved the hair off her neck and nibbled at her skin. “Be quiet and cum on my fingers,bellezza.”

She responded well to my touch, squeezing my fingers like they were my cock as a tremor shook through her body. Purring in my ear, she bucked her hips into my hand like a greedy little thing. And when she came, it was like music to my ears.

I sucked her cum from my fingers. “Still too shy to try on lingerie for me?”

“No,” she muttered. “I’m just not used to having so much attention.”

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