Page 11 of The Mafia Bachelor

I wait patiently. Or rather all of me except the part that she’s now talking about, which is rapidly becoming impatient. Fecking hell, this girl will be the death of all my self-control. I shift closer.

Through the door, the party continues in the other room, a burble of voices punctuated by laughter.

She doesn’t move away, although there’s plenty of space behind her. “They’re cut quite, tight, or…” Her brow furrows.

They’re not tight. But they have a cut that can fall right over my cock, revealing every bulge. And apparently, that happened.

“The size and er,” she gulps, “length?” she adds in a tiny questioning voice, “was visible.”

“Was my dirty girl looking at my cock and imagining what it would be like to feel it inside her?” I ask, low and rough.

“No!” she squeaks the word out so quickly it’s clear it’s a lie. “It was the other girls looking!”

“You didn’t take a look for yourself? Just to check they were right?” I say smoothly.

Her mouth opens, and I can see her attempting to deny it.

“What else did you wonder as you looked at me, Avery?” I dip my head so she’s breathing the same air as I am, and her heat ghosts over my cheek.

“What you’d be like to kiss,” she admits in a whisper, and sways in.

“How do you think it would feel?” I lure her. For the first time in my life, I’m curious about seducing a woman. With every eligible female throwing themselves obviously in my way for more than twenty years, I’ve never thought about chasing. I’ve not needed or wanted to be the predator, and even my mother assumed I’d want a parade to choose from.

But I don’t. I want to hunt this one, special woman, and make her mine.

“It would feel good?” she replies tentatively. “Or, I mean, that’s what the other girls said,” she adds quickly. “I don’t know anything about it, and I didn’t get involved with speculation.”

“Mmmm,” I purr. “And what do you think? In the privacy of your own dirty little mind, Avery?”

She lets out a whimper.

“Because I thought about kissing you. I imagined plundering your mouth with my tongue, teasing your lips. I wondered how sweet you’d taste. I thought about kissing you until your lips were pink and you begged me for more. Holding your head back with your hair so I could kiss down your throat and all the way to those prettily covered tits. I wonder if your nipples are hard?”

She pants.

“Where is he?” A voice comes from the room behind us, but I don’t care. Let them search.

“Shall we find out how that kiss feels, love?” I purr.

“We shouldn’t.” She’s put one hand on my upper arm. It could absolutely be to push me away, but she’s gripping my bicep, her small hand unable to totally encompass it. She tests how solid my muscle is, and her eyes go wide. “I’m not a real candidate.”

I stroke my thumb over her plush bottom lip, then nudge it between them. She moans softly as I push between her teeth and over her tongue. Soft, hot. It’s unbearably intimate, and my cock throbs, now fully hard and pressing against my trousers. It wouldn’t be anything but obvious, except thankfully Avery is the only one here. I relish this sexy, filthy invasion, and can’t help but think of other uses for that wet, willing hole. “Don’t you think it would be better to know for sure what all the others are speculating about?”

Her eyes flutter closed.

I take that as enough agreement. My lips touch hers just as I withdraw my thumb, dragging her bottom lip lower so she’s open for me as I claim her mouth. Gentle at first. A brush of our lips as I bring my hand to the back of her neck. The warm silk flows over my fingers.

I want to consume her in thirsty gulps.

She’s an excess of delicious sensation, from her soft lips that move against mine, to her tongue responding, the taste of her which is part the sugary drink that was being served in addition to champagne at the party, and something that’s all her own. The apple scent of her hair, and the softness I long to grab and pull against me. To grind into.

This possessive beast she’s awakened is a liability. I let out a growl, and wrap my arm around her waist.

“There he is!”

“That little slut!”

“I told you she couldn’t be trusted!”