Page 30 of Rent a Mob Boss

Lord help me, but I have become a complete sex maniac or something, because the next thing out of my mouth is, “And what were you thinking about? I would like to hear about it.”

“I think it would be more fun to show you.” This time his thumb circles my nipple through the shirt, making me gasp. “Though there might be something we should discuss first.”

Oh. That has a different ring to it. My eyes open all the way, and I can almost forget the sensations his fingers stirred up. “What is it?” Tell me he’s not going to change his mind about me living here.

The desire in his eyes hasn’t changed, which seems like it should be a good sign. “I want all of you. Every inch. Every part.” He straightens up a little until he’s standing upright, looking me up and down. The way his gaze crawls over my body makes goosebumps erupt until they cover my skin. “Including your ass.”

Oh. Okay. I’m not sure I could’ve come up with that if I’d thought about it all night.

He must take my silence for disagreement because he frowns. “Not that I ever want to make you do something you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just… I’m a little…”

He stands between my legs, and his hands graze my thighs with a touch that is both light and tantalizing. Every brush of his fingers leaves me fighting the impulse to spread my legs wider, to lie back and welcome him inside.

“Just be careful with me,” I whisper. Looking up at him, locked in his gaze, I’m pretty sure I would agree to anything. Probably not something I should ever brag about, but I can’t help it. He’s hypnotic.

And he definitely knew what he was doing last night.

“Okay,” I whisper. His eyes light up and a slow smile starts to spread as he leans down, giving me no choice but to lie back.

“First, let’s make sure you’re ready.” And then his hands are on me again, and my eyes are closed, and I’m arching my back to meet his touch. His hands slide under the shirt, touching bare skin, until finally I sit up a little so we can take it off and get rid of it.

The sight of him taking in the sight of me makes my pussy ache in the best way. He looks as if he just unwrapped the best gift he’s ever had in his whole life before he lowers his head and starts to paint my skin with his lips and his tongue. My fingers run through his hair, and I moan something wordless, something dark and needy, while his tongue circles my nipples—one, then the other—before he takes them between his lips and sucks. I’m already so far gone, it barely takes a brush of his fingers against the crotch of my thong before my legs squeeze tight around him and an orgasm slams into me from out of nowhere.

He looks surprised, pulling his head back and staring at me with wide eyes while I tremble in the aftermath. “Fuck, I could do this all night,” he whispers once I start to come down from my high.

“Is it weird? That I came so easily?” I have to know.

“You never, ever have to apologize for coming,” he whispers in my ear before his teeth graze the lobe and make me shiver. While he whispers, he tugs at the waistband of my thong, and we work together to peel it away. It’s soaked with my juices. That’s what he does to me.

He lifts it to his nose, and my body flushes hot when I watch him inhale my scent. “Perfect.”

Then he rolls me onto my stomach, my breath catches, and my body tenses before I can help myself. “Relax,” he murmurs, running his hands over my cheeks.

“What else should I do?” I ask. This is all new. The only thing I’m sure of is being glad it’s with him.

“Just breathe—and tell me if you need me to stop.” While he speaks, his fingers move between my lips, where I’m still sopping wet. I can hear him stroking me, can hear the wet sounds as the sensations moving through me get more intense. “It’s important that you relax.”

He lets his fingers creep a little higher, a little higher, until he’s not just stroking my pussy anymore. He is officially playing with my ass, dragging his finger in circles around my puckered hole. He wants a ride down the Hershey Highway. I never imagined doing this, but then I never could’ve imagined him.

“Does that feel good?” He plants soft kisses along my neck and my shoulders before letting his lips trail down my back. All the while, he plays with my hole, smearing my juices through my crack.

“Yes…” I whisper, fists tightening, tugging at the sheets. “It feels amazing.”

“I want to show you everything your body is capable of.” His tongue grazes a particularly sensitive spot at the base of my spine, and I moan into the mattress. It’s almost too much, too good, and I’m torn between wanting to make him stop and hoping he never, ever does. “You are wet, but just in case, we’re going to use some lube as well,” he announces before grabbing something from the nightstand.

Once he drips some of the cool liquid onto my ass, he continues kissing my back, moving lower until he’s walking the line between licking my cheeks and going deeper. The little electric tingles, and the desire heating my core are nothing compared to his soft groan, like he likes this, like he can’t wait for more. When his fingers probe my hole, I moan and lift my hips to offer him more.

And he takes it.

It’s the weirdest feeling of fullness. “That’s right,” he murmurs, coaching me through it. “Breathe. Relax your muscles. I’m gonna work my finger deeper now.”

“Yes…” I moan. “Yes, do it.”

“Fuck, Quinn…” He groans, and I hear his zipper behind me. When I look over my shoulder, he’s pulling himself from his slacks, stroking himself while he stares down at my ass. The sight of that, and the sound of him, the feeling of one, then two fingers working my ass has me gripping the sheets tighter and tighter as tension builds in my core. I can’t think. I can only feel.

“I’m going to fill your ass now,” he grunts, once he’s worked his fingers inside me, moving them in and out until there’s nothing but pleasure. The thought of it being so dirty only makes it hotter.