Page 29 of Possessive Mafia Bodyguard

Sliding a hand underneath my sweater, I find my pierced nipple and expose it to the cool air, pinching and tweaking, adding to the pleasure rippling through me.

Finn understands. He stops licking and sucks on my clit, tugging it between his front teeth, flicking it at the same time with his tongue.

I can’t hold back any longer. When my orgasm erupts, my legs tremble violently, but Finn doesn’t stop. He sucks while wave after wave of sheer blissful pleasure rolls through me and I practically collapse on top of him.

He sets me down gently on the grass, and I don’t move, peering up at him with a small smile on my face as he stretches out alongside me, one finger still stroking between my legs.

“I could spend the rest of my life making you come.” He kisses me tenderly, sharing my taste with me.

“You’d get bored.”

“Not a chance in fucking hell. This smile…” He kisses the corners of my mouth. “Is everything.”

I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything.

“I want to fuck you, sweetheart. I want to fill you up with my cum, but I don’t want to perform for an audience, and something tells me we should get out of here.”

He gives me one last lingering kiss then helps me onto my feet and pulls my panties and skirt back up, fastening the zip and straightening my hard hat.

“I believe we were looking for your sister.”

“My twin sister,” I say, placing my hand in his.

8

FINN

The dock appears to be in shutdown due to a breach of security.

With every worker on high alert, and security crawling all over the place like ants emerging from the woodwork, we split up and focus on trying to find the woman with white hair that Tamara saw sprinting away from the landing shortly before I caught up with her.

Whoever she was, she’s obviously long gone by now, or she’s hiding in plain sight somewhere within the offices.

So, I head back to my car and wait for Tamara to meet me here as agreed.

I lean back against the hood, scanning the area for a glimpse of black hair with a green stripe in the glow of the floodlights keeping the dock operational at night, and realize that she might not come. She might find her sister or get called to another job by her Pakhan or she just might not want to see me again.

And I have no way of contacting her.

Strolling into one of Leonid Ivanov’s offices and asking for her cell number is out of the question.

“Can I have Tamara’s number? I fucked her with my tongue at the Port of Chicago earlier and we have unfinished business.”

Aye, that’ll go down like a lead balloon, closely followed by a bullet through my brain when he realizes that I’m with the Irish mob.

So, I wait.

For a while, I focus on the dwindling activity on the quayside, routine maintenance being carried out, industrial-sized sacks of grain being shifted from a trawler onto transport, forklift trucks stacking loads ready for onward travel the following day.

But it’s hard to concentrate when I can still taste Tamara on my lips, and my loins are aching to touch her again. My gaze constantly drifts in the direction I last saw her heading, disappointment settling around my shoulders like a cloak made of thorns when she isn’t there.

I try to remember the lyrics of my favorite songs, singing them silently in my head, until I find myself racing ahead to the chorus and losing my way. I think about the books I’ve read and match titles to authors, but I’m drawing too many blanks for it to be an effective distraction. I push myself off the hood and start walking down to the Landing, but I only get a short distance before I remind myself that if she comes back and I’m not here, she’ll turn around and walk away.

And I might never see her again because, in her eyes, that will be whatever tiny sliver of trust I might’ve cultivated so far broken.

So, I wait a bit longer, alternating between ‘she’ll come’ and ‘I’ve blown it’ until my brain cells are spinning and my jaw is clenched so tightly it hurts.

Then, I hear the faintest snap of a twig behind the car, and I turn around, my gun in my hand and my finger on the trigger, to find her walking towards me, a small smile on her face.