Page 24 of The Kingpin’s Angel

“Face me, baby.”

I hesitate. I’m wearing plain cotton panties, all the lights are on here and I’m beyond self-conscious.

One arm comes up across my breasts and I bite my lip as I turn.

His finger nudges up my chin and he looks deep into my eyes. So deep that I don’t miss the raging need in his eyes.

“Don’t hide from me. You’re beyond breathtaking, angel. God, your skin.” A firm hand takes hold of my arm and lowers it to my side. At the sight of my breasts, he pants harder, “These fucking tits. I could look at you, touch you, for days…years, you know that?”

The look in his eyes emboldens me, reminds me that I have something to offer.

Something that, unbelievably, this incredible man wants.

Something I’m dying to give him if only I can get over myself for a minute.

Slowly, my spine straightens and my shoulders uncurl. My nipples burn with how much they’re pebbled.

But feminine power unfurls through me.

And I embrace it.

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