Page 35 of Demanding Mob Boss

"Your smiles are always beautiful." But she offered something more. Something I want. I growl, "Show me."

Anna's smile gets a little nervous around the edges, but she lifts her top excruciating inch by excruciating inch. She’s not trying to tease me. This is what worried her. Thinking about offering to show me her body. I don’t know why she does it; I don’t care. I want to see.

Her bra comes into view. It’s a beige color, made of some kind of soft, stretchy fabric. No lace. It covers her tits completely. Not a garment designed to seduce, but it’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.

I lick my lips. Anna notices, her own parting on a soft sigh.

"Now the bra," I demand.

She reaches behind herself to unhook it. Then she pulls the fabric up, bunching her pink top and plain bra above her gorgeous pink tipped mounds. My mouth salivates to taste her nipples. Theyarethe same pretty color as her lips. They stiffen into points under my lust-filled gaze.

"I want to touch."

Her eyes dilate, her gaze becoming hazy. She nods.

I cross the distance separating us with two large steps. I want to squeeze those tits until I leave my fingerprints in bruises, claiming them and her as mine. But I reach out and cup them with a reverence I have never shown a woman’s body. I am not a bad lover, but I have sex with women who don't expect foreplay before or sweet words after.

For Anna, I know there will be both. We aren't having sex right now. She's not ready and I’m still too damn pissed.

"Your skin is soft." I gently knead her mounds, reveling in the feel of her silken skin against my fingers.

Her breath comes in shallow pants, and I can see the pulse beating in her neck. I brush my thumbs over her taut nips, circling around the rigid little nubs.

Anna looks drunk, her face slack with pleasure, but there's something else too. Like she's hypnotized by the feel of my hands on her tits.

"Beautiful," I say.

Her lips part on a soft sigh and her body relaxes, every bit of tension draining out of her. It's only in that moment I realize how much she carries usually.

I continue to squeeze gently and her soft, cushiony flesh gives way under my fingers. Everything about this woman is genuine and so damn enticing. I can't believe she offered her tits to me like this. I'll never be able to go another day without craving them.

I lightly pinch both of her nipples at the same time. She gasps, her knees buckling.

I catch her, lift her, and carry her to the couch by the window. I'll never have another business meeting here without thinking of my beautiful Anna, her gorgeous curves bared for me. Sitting down, I arrange her on my lap with her knees on either side of my thighs.

Her body is totally pliable and she lets me settle her exactly how I want her.

She offered herself this way to calm me down. No one told her to do this. Damn Lachlan probably told her to smile at me. And that was enough to downgrade my plans from homicide to maiming. Except the assholes who actually touched Shea. They are going to die. Slowly. After much pain.

Anna's gaze sharpens, her violet eyes focusing on my face. "Are you alright?"

I want the hazy look back and force myself to release my thoughts of revenge for right now. I can't do anything for Shea, but Anna needs something from me. Something only I can give her. And I need her to let me give it to her.

She starts to shift, like she's going to get off my lap.

I lean forward letting our foreheads touch as I caress her delicious tits. "I’m not done touching you." I’ll never get enough of her silken skin beneath my roughened hands.

"Oh." After a couple of breaths, she relaxes once more.

Pulling my head back, I see that her eyes have gone hazy again. Good. I kiss her forehead, her temples and both sides of her neck, before I finally press my lips to hers. I don't use my tongue, but it's so damn erotic, I nearly come in my pants.

Fuck.

I want to watch myself playing with her, so I pull my head back. The sight of my hands against her creamy flesh sends blood rushing to my already hard dick. I don’t know how long I play with her, but she never asks me to stop, or moves like she's growing bored. And fuck if I'm bored. I could do this for hours.

The blush of arousal turns her skin pink, her nipples now a dark berry red. I want to taste them. So, I do.

So damn sweet.

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