Page 53 of Demanding Mob Boss

I don't ask why. I know. He likes looking at my boobs.

Rushing through my shower, I still wash my hair. Which means I'm going to have to blow dry it. If I put it in a French braid, I only have to get it semi-dry. So, that is what I do. I pull on a denim skirt, made soft from many washings. Chicago in August is too hot for tights, but I need no-show socks before I put on a pair of canvas tennis-shoes. I don't like scratchy things against my skin.

The lilac silk t-shirt I found at Goodwill is soft, but wearing it without a bra still makes my nipples peak. It feels good and I like knowing I left my bra off for Cian. Still, I don't want anyone else looking at the shoals it makes in the fabric, so I tug on my denim jacket.

I find Cian in the living room on his phone. I wait until he looks up to say, "I'm ready."

He frowns. "It's too hot for a jacket."

"I don't want anyone but you to see my nipples."

That makes his gaze darken. "Show me."

I pull back the sides of the denim jacket to reveal my hard peaks pressing against the silk of my t-shirt.

He crosses to me in two long strides and slides his hands under the hem of my top. "Let me?"

I nod.

His hands travel up my bare torso and cup my breasts. We both gasp at the contact.

Then he groans. "I wish we had time to play."

"I do too." It doesn't embarrass me to admit that. Not when he looks so pained to have to let go of me.

But I'm also a little nervous about the next time he touches me like he did before. It was incredible during, but afterward, when I had to try to function, it was really hard.

"Next time, we'll make sure you have time to come down after," he says, like he's reading my mind.

I trust him and I smile. He always makes me smile.

A man comes out of an apartment down the hall and joins us when we leave. He nods to Cian. "Boss."

Cian turns to me. "Anna, this is Tommy. He's one of the men I have protecting you."

"You have people protecting me?" I can barely breath from the way that makes me feel.

"Yes."

"Arlo will see you home tonight and Eoin will take you to the office tomorrow morning." Tommy falls back and walks behind us.

"Isn't this a little much for your admin?" I ask Cian as we step into the elevator.

He lets Tommy press the button for the Lobby.

"You aren't my admin. You aremine." Cian's tone leaves no room for dissent.

I don't want to argue. He's more than my boss, but I'm not sure he's mine like I’m his. I don't want to ask him about it in front of the bodyguard.

When we get to the office, Connor acts like I've been gone a month, not a couple of days.

"It's so good to have you back, Anna. This place is not the same without you and my cousin was like a bear with a sore paw."

"He's upset about his sister. I'm sure you are too," I say.

Connor's expression turns dark, like the sweet man I work with is someone entirely different for a second. "Pissed as hell, but that's not why Cian spent all day yesterday busting my balls."

"Language," Cian barks.

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