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“And I stand by it.” Whenever I stroke my thumb over her hip, she shivers and squirms closer. Where else is she ticklish? Her leg’s tossed over mine, and she’s practically lying on top of me, her breaths coming quicker against my skin as time wears on. It’s maddening—and perfect. “This movie is ridiculous. A green, hairy man who hates Christmas? Who cares? The company, on the other hand…”
I stroke a fingertip down the back of her neck, and I’m rewarded with a full-body shiver. Erin scoffs and bats me away, scrambling up to straddle my lap, and then those hazel eyes are fixed on mine.
The movie drones on in the background, the bright swirl of color completely abandoned. Forget distractions. I gave her an hour to think it through, didn’t I?
And Erin has decided. “If you wanted to have your wicked way, Mr De Rossi, you should have just said so.” She grinds her ass down against my lap to illustrate her point, and I grab her hips and squeeze.
“Careful,” I warn. She shouldn’t push me right now. I’m on edge, overheated with a racing pulse, and I want her so badly my teeth ache.
Erin flicks my nose. I catch her wrist, heart drumming.
“We could have done this earlier,” she points out, curls bouncing as she jerks her chin. “Right there in the doorway.”
My growl cuts through the quiet as I flip her over, straddling her with my knees on either side of her waist. She blinks up at me, shocked and helpless and so flushed. After one heartbeat, her mouth curves up.
She likes this.
Fuck,Ilike this. Since when do I like this?
Since you stuffed her in that car trunk, I tell myself, the pinch of guilt chased away by her body rolling up against mine. Erin has the right idea. What’s one tiny abduction between friends?
“So many fucking freckles.” I sound angry about it, my voice harsh, but she grins. “You’re such a fucking milkmaid, Erin. And that gap in your front teeth, I can’t—can’t think when you bite your lip like that.”
Plucking up both wrists, I check her palms again for redness before wrapping both hands around the bed frame. She’s spread out beneath me, eyes wide and chest heaving, and the sight of her makes my head pound.
“Couldn’t do this in the doorway,” I say. I’ve never heard my own voice like this—ragged and strained. “I’d tie you properly, but you chewed through it like a little wild animal.”
Better to not push it, too. Better to calm this down. And maybe we should dial this back, go back to the movie—
Erin rocks up without warning, hands still gripping the frame, and rubs her cheek against my thigh. I go still, and I can’t—can’t breathe.
Is she…?
Does she want to…?
“Closer,” she says, so breathless, and I move without thinking until my knees bracket her shoulders, sinking into the mattress. She cranes up again, mouthing at my cock through my pants, and I choke back a shout. When I grab hold of the bed frame, I squeeze so hard the metal creaks.
This was not the plan.
I was going to takeherto pieces, not the other way around.
“Let me,” Erin murmurs, like she’s reading the frantic thoughts bouncing around my mind. “Come on, you big, scary kingpin. Just a little taste.”
It’s an effort, but I roll my eyes. “This is a very elaborate escape plan.” My belt buckle clinks as she tugs it open one-handed, the other still fixed to the frame, and I’m not stopping her. Why am I not stopping her? “Surely there’s a better way to lower my guard.”
“Do you see me trying to run?” Those hazel eyes bore through me, seeing far too much. Seeing the doubt gnawing at my insides, the bottomless desire. The longing for this to be real. They crinkle as she smiles, and her hand is warm as it wraps around my cock, drawing it out into the air. “Come on, live a little. All work and no play makes Santo a dull mobster.”
Dull? I hiss through my teeth as she leans up, flicking her tongue over the head. She thinks I’m dull? We need more explosions around here.
“People will think I forced you.” The words taste sour, and I grimace down at my captive as she runs the flat of her tongue up my shaft. My hips twitch forward, fucking gently past her lips. And hell, maybe it makes me the worst kind of villain, but I can’t stop this now. Can’t bring myself to push her mouth away: it’s too hot, too sweet, too mischievous.
Her tongue dances over me as she gazes up, so beseeching, and if someone walked through that door right now, I know exactly what they’d see. A cold, vicious criminal, hunkered over his innocent captive, pinning her to the bed and fucking into her mouth.
I squeeze the bed frame until my knuckles sing. Don’t care. Can’t stop.
Sweat beads my spine under my shirt and waistcoat.
When Erin pulls her mouth away with a pop, her chin is slick. She beams up at me, and that fucking gap tooth—I’m losing my mind.
