Page 43 of The Wrong Guy

She’s been trained well for social exchanges, that’s for sure.

“You’re welcome. You can stay however long you want.”

We’re a couple of bites into the prime rib in front of us when she places her fork and knife down to ask me a question. “Stavros, did you mean all of that stuff you said at the hospital?"

“You mean when I told you I want this?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“Of course I did.”

“Do you still?” She looks nervous and looks as if she’s going to get up and run.

I grab her hand, which is tucked into her lap. Once my fingers have touched hers, I feel the heat from her lap rushes over me. “Yes.”

“Then why haven’t you touched me?” Her words are spoken quietly, and I almost can’t hear them.

“Audrina, you just went through something traumatic. I don’t want to rush you.”

She looks away and then back at me. “I don’t feel rushed.”

Taking my hand away from hers, I down the rest of my wine, wishing for something stronger. “I’m not going to lie to you. I don’t know how to be a boyfriend. I have never done this shit before. I won’t tell you that everything will be perfect and this will be a fairytale. I am who I am.”

I’m the son of one of the most feared men in the underworld. I will be primed and trained to take over this syndicate, and we can do nothing to stop it.

I don’t tell her any of that because of the obvious reasons. She will be petrified once she finds out who I am and where I come from.

“I don’t want you to change.”

We eat the rest of our food silently, and I stand when we’re done. I reach my hand out for Audrina to grab, and she does. After she’s standing, I know this is the time.

I grip her hip with my other hand and pull her into me for a kiss. Our kiss is easy at first. But then it immediately explodes. Our tongues duel each other in the middle as her hands reach out to grip my shirt in her fingers. She’s pulling me harder to herself.

My fingers sift through her hair as my mouth plunders hers. I feel her fingers rip at my buttons, and I walk her back toward the wall behind us. Her back hits it just hard enough for her to moan.

My buttons from my shirt ping all over the room, and it isn’t until I’ve taken my mouth off of hers that I realize she ripped up my shirt.

Fuck the damn shirt. I can replace the shirt, but I can’t return how good Audrina’s hands feel as she trails them up and downmy chest. Her nails slightly dig into my chest, and I kiss her neck.

“Baby, you’re so gorgeous,” I mutter against her pulse.

“You make me feel pretty,” she informs me with a slight moan when I bite her.

I’m about to lift her skirt when she stops me. “It has been a long time since I’ve had sex. I want you to know.”

“We can go as slow or as fast as you want. You let me know.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Audrina

When I was with Derek, nothing ever felt this good. Derek has nothing on Stavros and his talented mouth.

I’m almost tempted to skip some of the steps and go for it.

That’s the only way to do it. I’m too nervous and turned on to be gentle and nice about being horny. If this is going to work, Stavros is the type of man who can get anyone he wants; right now, he wants me.

I make quick work undoing his belt and pants. Sliding them off of his narrow hips, I push him back a little so I can get on my knees. I see the outline of his thick erection through his boxer briefs, and he’s hung. I didn’t expect anything less than satisfaction from him.

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