Page 65 of Working for the Mob

His lost eyes gazed past me to the wall.

“It wasn’t your fault,” I said. I stepped in close and grabbed his elbows. The only safe place I could think of. “You couldn’t have prevented this from happening.”

“It was my fault the Valuncias followed us. It was my fault he got shot.”

I grabbed his face and stared into his eyes that reminded me of curling up next to a roaring fire on a crisp night.

“Hey. You didn’t shoot him. You weren’t the one who pulled the trigger. From what I could tell, Jamie thought the world of you. He loves nothing more than that café, and you gave him that. Okay?”

Art stared back at me. I think I got through to him. I think I … His eyes found my lips. There wasn’t pleading in his eyes anymore. No. It was hunger.

I parted my lips slightly to inhale and he leapt at the invitation. His lips found my own and I finally gave in to what my body has been desiring for weeks.

“Genevieve,” he whispered, as his hands tugged me into his chest. He pulled back his lips, but kept his face pressed against mine. “Is this what you want?”

I only managed to breathe a “yes” before his lips pressed against mine.

His mouth demanded more, and I submitted to each movement. I welcomed his tongue and he stole my breath.

I needed to be needed, and he needed me. And I wanted to give him everything.

He backed me against the wall and emitted a growl. His hands glided down my curves while he held me up.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I finally turned off that voice in my he’d that said,It's a bad idea to hook up with your employerand gave in to my wants and desires. I finally abandoned all logic. But Art defied logic––just as his body defied physics.

“I want to give you everything, Genevieve. I want you to scream my name as you come, and I want to come inside you.”

To warm him up, I whispered, “Art” in his ear and he tore at my clothes in response.

His mouth found my neck as his fingers worked on my buttons. I knew that I should be unbuttoning his shirt, but I couldn’t think. My hands didn’t respond to my brain––they lashed out to grab anything to prepare for the ride.

“Faster,” I said, after the third button. I couldn’t wait. I needed him now.

He tore the rest of my shirt open with a grunt, sending buttons flying across the room and revealing my brasserie.

Art flung off his own shirt to let out the rows of muscles underneath. Every groove and valley along his arms and torso accentuated his physique. Heck, I could bounce a whole handful of nickels off his chiseled abs.

He finally unbuckled his pants, but I didn’t want him to stop there.

My hands went to my brassiere’s clasp––the locks rivaled Fort Knox and I couldn’t wait any longer.

I opened the bra and freed my boobs into the daylight.

Art stopped and stared for a second, and returned to my neck.

“I have been wanting to know what those looked like since I first laid eyes on you. I’ve even been debating what color they were.”

I closed my eyes. “And?”

“Genny, you’re so fucking hot.”

His tongue started at the underside of my breast and worked its way up and around my nipple, while his hand clasped the other breast. He kept tickling further and further in, building the anticipation, building the excitement.

To repay his kindness, I grabbed the base of his erection, fully visible through his pants. I pumped the trunk until his mouth finally closed over my nipple and I gasped as the pressure released. Like a tea kettle that just got hot enough.

He lightly bit down on my nipple between his lips and flicked his tongue up and down, reverberating shivers through my body down to Miss Genny.

He slid his tongue to my other nipple while his left hand played with the excited one. His free hand tore at my skirt, until he finally managed to pull it over my butt to the floor.

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