Page 55 of Jackpot Joker

Chapter 27

Jasmine

Dario doesn’t hesitate, crashing his lips into mine. While he explores and plunders, a million thoughts are rushing through my brain, the very top one being that I should not be kissing this dangerous man. Even though I no longer work at Jorgensen & Munson, I’m still his attorney, and he’s still my client. My lips on his should be completely forbidden. Good thing I now work for a family that doesn’t mind looking the other way when it comes to ethical scenarios.

But more than that, I shouldn’t be kissing Dario because he wasn’t wrong. While he has proven he will protect me against the cruel world he’s a part of, there’s no way he can protect my heart from growing attached. I’ve already slipped too many times, and now that his velvet lips are against mine, I only want to fall further.

I press my hands against his chest, pushing him toward where we were just seated, and with a small whimper, I tear my lips from his. “Sit.”

He immediately listens to my command, eager for whatever is about to happen next. I pull my knees up on the hideous sofa, then straddle the man I’ve been trying to resist this entire time. His hands reach around, cupping my ass and drawing me closer to him. I greedily oblige, bringing my mouth back with his and moaning into the kiss.

Dario’s lips are so smooth, and he knows exactly how to move them against mine. I run my hands through his brown hair, pulling his head back at the nape as I breathe my next words heavily. “I need more.”

“I’ll give you everything you need,” he answers before pressing kisses to my neck, releasing another moan from my lips.

My body rocks against him, and he curses in Italian. “How the fuck do I get you out of this thing?”

I look down at my jumpsuit and grin. Standing up, I slowly begin to untie the belt at my waist, reveling in the way his eyes track my movements, and that wicked tongue of his licks his lip. I continue to undress, unbuttoning the outfit very slowly until my lacy black bra is visible.

“Fuck, angioletta, you’re gorgeous.”

His praise spurs me on as I shimmy the fabric down my body. Stepping out of the jumpsuit, I walk toward him in only my bra and matching thong. “Angioletta? I thought I was your bull?”

He reaches out, grabbing my hip and bringing me closer to him. Soft kisses pepper the curves of my breasts. “You’re my bull when you fight against me. You’re my angel when you give me a glimpse of heaven.”

He pulls me down on top of him, and my hands tangle into his brown locks. I want his mouth on mine again, but he’s too busy exploring my body with his lips. When he sucks one of my hardened nipples into his mouth through the thin lace, I gasp.

“You looked amazing before, but fuck angioletta, you’re stunning like this.”

“A fan of lingerie, are you?”

He hums, his lips vibrating against my neck. “Very much, but something is missing.”

I raise my eyebrows at him, and he licks his lips as his chocolate eyes rake over my body. “Put on your heels.”

A wide smile grows, and I take my time as I retrieve a pair of black pumps from where I kicked them off beside the door. I make sure to bend over in front of Dario, putting my ass on display and relishing the groan he releases as I slip my shoes on.

When I turn to face him, he runs a hand over his linen trousers and licks his lips. “Come here.”

I shake my head. “Actually, I think I’ll have you come here.”

Fire flashes in Dario’s eyes, and he nods in understanding. It only takes me a few steps to reach the island in the kitchen. I shimmy my bare ass on top of it, lean back, and I bite my lip before I make my demand. “Crawl to me.”

Dario’s lips tilt up into the gorgeous smile I’ve yearned to see all night. He stands from the couch and begins to cross the room.

I tsk and shake my head. “I said crawl.”

He kneels to the ground like the good boy he is, and I can feel myself grow wetter with each pass his knee makes against the beige, plush carpet. When he makes his way over to me, he sits back on his heels, awaiting his next order.

I run a hand through his hair, loving the way it feels through my fingers. Then, I place my right foot on his left shoulder. “Such a good, pretty boy. Now, I know you like them, but remove my panties.”

Again, he doesn’t argue. His hands skate up my calves and over my thighs while he presses gentle kisses against my ankle positioned over the Joker card on his chest. When he reaches my waistband, I yank at his brown strands. “No hands.”

A low chuckle sounds from him, and with his close proximity, I can feel it through the lace of the material, causing his breath to indirectly hit my pussy. That alone feels incredible, and I can’t wait to feel what his tongue can do.

Dario moves his mouth closer to me, placing a delicate kiss against the fabric, pressing it into my mound. I swallow down the whimper clawing at my throat, wanting desperately to be the one directing things tonight. It’s a losing battle when his tongue slips beneath, pulling the fabric away from my body so that he can take it into his teeth.

“What are you—” My words are replaced with a gasp when Dario tugs my panties, and I hear a ripping sound. My head is thrown back in ecstasy, and when I look down at him with my destroyed black thong dangling from his mouth, I nearly come on the spot.