Page 61 of Possessive Mafia Bodyguard

Call it sixth sense, or maybe I smell her perfume through the solid door, but I know it’s Tamara before I pocket my gun, yank it open, and fold her into my arms right there in the doorway.

“You came.”

I don’t even check the landing before tugging her over the threshold and closing the door behind her.

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

I’ll take being a last resort every time if it means that I get to hold her.

I pull away and study her at arm’s length to check that she isn’t hurt. “I’m glad you came here. My singing was getting out of control.”

“Your singing?” She peers at me, brows furrowed as if she underestimated exactly how crazy I am and is considering turning around and retracing her steps.

“I sing when I’m alone. Badly. The neighbors have never complained, but they probably turn the volume up on their TVs to drown it out.”

I’m babbling like a lovesick teenager, because I’ve drunk too much whisky, and I didn’t expect to see her, and it’s like every childhood Christmas I never got to experience after my ma died happening all at once.

“Perhaps you should take singing lessons.”

My smile is so wide my cheeks ache. “Perhaps I should shut up and kiss you.”

She nods, lips parted in anticipation. “Or that.”

I cup her face in both hands and kiss her tenderly. “Does Leonid know where you are?” I murmur against her lips.

“No.” She snakes her arms around my neck and winds my hair around her fingers.

When I feel her tongue dancing around mine, I understand.

She doesn’t want to talk about it.

I grip her ass, and she wraps her legs around my waist, kissing me harder.

“I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.”

The tiny sounds she makes when I tug her jacket over her shoulders and toss it aside hit straight to my core. Her hard nipples press against my chest through her T-shirt. I find the hem and she raises her arms for me to take it off, exposing her naked breasts and sending heat straight down to my pants. I dip my head and suck her nipples, crushing her breasts with my hands, and she groans with pleasure.

I drop to my knees right there in front of the door, unzip my pants, her legs still straddling my lap, and position my cock at her entrance.

“Is this what you want?” My voice is thick with desire.

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

She doesn’t hesitate. I feel her pussy sliding down onto me and I fist her hair, kissing her slow and deep, my tongue filling her mouth.

Tamara plants her feet on either side of my legs and bounces on my cock, her breasts rubbing my chest, her juices trickling down my length and coating my balls.

“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur against her lips. “Now, it’s my turn.”

I lift her off me, my cock arcing towards her pussy as I stand her upright. I drag her skirt and panties down, part her thighs roughly with my hands, and lick her clit. It spasms beneath my tongue, and I insert two fingers inside her, curling them around the spot while I pull her ass closer and suck her clit between my front teeth.

“Finn…” She gasps.

I peer up at her from between her legs. Her face is flushed, her nipples pink and swollen, and I don’t want to leave any part of her untouched. Reaching up with my free hand, I pinch her nipple and fuck her pussy with my fingers while I suck her clit until her orgasm explodes and her body shudders.

I don’t give her time to recover. I’m on my feet, knees bent, and fucking her against the wall, driving my cock deep inside her, fueled harder by her pussy clenching around me and her tongue exploring my mouth. Her fingers are in my hair. My balls are slapping her thighs. And I don’t want to come yet, but I know I can’t stop it.