Page 47 of Possessive Mafia Bodyguard

“I will never try to stop you from flying if that’s what makes you happy.”

She studies me closely for a moment that feels like an eternity. Then her lips are crushing mine, and her tongue is in my mouth, and she’s making tiny whimpering sounds that tug on my heart strings.

She wraps her legs around my waist, and I slide a hand beneath her skirt, tug aside her panties and find her clit.

“Fuck me, Finn,” she murmurs against my lips. “I want to feel you inside me.”

“I’ve thought about nothing else since I last saw you.”

I’m already pulling down the zipper on my pants and freeing my cock. I hold her hips and position her entrance over me, nudging her panties aside to give me access. Her kisses grow more demanding when I slide her down onto my shaft and she grinds her pussy against me till I’m fully seated.

“Deep enough for you?”

“Yes.”

Tamara bounces on my cock, and I drag her sweater up to reveal her naked breasts. She leans her shoulders back, pushing her nipples forward, and I dip my head to suck on them while she rides me, the force of her movements pushing me back against the shelving unit behind me.

“This feels so fucking good, sweetheart.” I thrust my pelvis up to meet her, the walls of her pussy tightening around me. My climax is already pooling in my belly hot and fast. “I can’t hold it back.”

“I don’t want you to, Finn. I want you to come in me.”

I don’t fight it. I let it explode and crush her against me while I pump her full of my cum, knowing that this must be what heaven feels like. Then, I fold my arms around her and hold her tightly while my body stops jerking, and my cock eases out of her.

After, when our breathing has regulated, I set her down on her feet, straighten her sweater and skirt, zip up my pants, and kiss her softly as the closet door opens and a familiar face appears in the doorway.

Connor.

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TAMARA

His gaze rakes across me and Finn, taking in our disheveled clothes, and the blood on Finn’s collar and chest, his brows lowering as his complexion darkens.

I hear the click of his finger on the trigger of his gun almost before I see him raise it.

He’s fast, but I’m faster.

My gun is already aimed at his temple before he can finish the maneuver, and I have no doubts that my bullet will reach its target first.

“What’s going on, Finn?” he asks without taking his eyes off me.

“Lower your weapon, Connor.” Finn’s voice is a growl. “Now.” The finality of that last word raises goose bumps on my arms and neck.

“You’re bleeding, and she’s holding a fucking gun. Forgive me for not listening to you right now.”

“I know how it looks.” Finn’s eyes don’t waver from Connor’s, but his voice has lowered a notch. He’s trying to keep the peace. Trying to protect me like he promised.

But I don’t need his protection. “Let me pass.”

“You can shut the fuck up.” Connor’s eyes snap back to me. “I was speaking to my brother.”

Brother?

Was this mentioned at the meeting? I can’t remember, or maybe I stopped listening when Finn walked in, but either way, they don’t look like brothers.

“Don’t speak to her like that.” I’ve never heard such steel in Finn’s voice before. “Lower your weapon and let her pass.”

“Or what, Finn?” Connor’s upper lip curls into a snarl. “You’ll shoot me yourself?”