Page 69 of Demanding Mob Boss

"If I can, I will, but if I can'tyoudon't assume I'm tired of you. That cannot happen."

Her expression says she doesn't believe me, but she doesn't verbalize that disbelief. "You had time to text Connor this morning. You could have texted me."

"That's not how it works."

"With me, it is."

"With you." Only with her. Even Ma had to deal with one of the men contacting her when it was expedient.

She nods. "Will I see you at all?"

"I don't know." I should sayno, but I don't. Because I need her like air and seeing her on my phone's camera feed won't be enough.

"Where did you put the camera in Mrs. Hart's apartment?"

I tell her. "Why?"

"I'm moving it to the hallway outside her door. And I'm moving the one in here to a spot that only sees my bed."

"No."

"Yes. You can watch me. You know I want that, but you cannot watch my friends without their permission and if I ask for it, they'll start in again on how working for your company isn't good for me."

"You're working for Uncle Jimmy now."

"Only until you get things taken care of."

She doesn't know I plan to take down a gang and then the cartel that sponsors them. It could be months before the threat is neutralized. Will I be able to last that long with her in the other office suite? Especially if I can't watch her for most of the evenings?

The thought of her moving the cameras has my stomach tying in knots. I need a workaround. But right now, my brain and my body need the proof she belongs to me.

Sitting back on the couch, I let myself take in every inch of her beautiful body. She's wearing her satin sleep camisole again. Her pretty legs are on display. The slope of her shoulders utterly feminine. As I watch her, Anna's nipples harden, creating shoals in the satin.

"Come here," I tell her.

That fast, her eyes lose focus. Her response to me fucking turns my crank. She moves forward like we're connected by an invisible string and I'm tugging it toward me. Her knees bump mine and she stops.

"Come up here." I tug her thighs.

She climbs onto my lap, spreading her legs like that day in my office. I grab her soft, curvy ass and squeeze as I pull her closer and closer, hungry for the feel of her pressing against my hard dick.

She pushes against my chest, stopping me. "I want you to take it out. I'm not ready for penetrative sex, but I want to touch you."

Her honesty is going to kill me. Undoing my cargo pants takes longer than usual, but finally I get my cock free and it stands at attention between us. Her focus zeroed in on my hardon, she licks her lips.

ANNA

I've never seen a hard penis in person before. Cian's is thick and long. I curl my hand around it and he groans. It feels like silk suede, one of my favorite fabrics because it's so soft. I squeeze my hand, sliding up and down the hot skin. It's soft, but he's so hard, there's no give under my fingers.

He cups my breasts through my sleep cami, sliding his thumbs over the slick fabric. It feels different than when he touched me before. Not better, but just as good in a different way. He kneads and caresses me and that sensation of being alone with him in the universe starts to come over me.

I can feel my hand on his sex, but I don't register the couch under us. My senses are flooded with the feel of his hands on my body and my hand on his. His scent, that mixture of aftershave and him. Cian Doyle. I hear our hearts beating, our breathing…the sound of his hand sliding over the satin of my camisole nightgown.

Cian leans forward and takes my aching nipple into this mouth right through the satin. Pleasure shoots directly to my vagina and I spasm, feeling empty.

I've never been full, so how can I experience this sense of emptiness?

Placing my other hand on his hardness, I use both to explore the shape and texture of him.

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