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Chapter 12
Claire
Iknew it was a mistake the instant Connor’s lips touched mine.
It was a mistake; however, that I’d been thinking about making since halfway through lunch. Hell, since last night when I’d had that steamy dream about him.
As much as I wanted to give in, to let myself go, I was having a hard time. There was something else on my mind, something that I’d been trying to put together since he’d finally told me his real name.
I knew who Connor was. Not some low-level security guy at Pussycats, not some random, well-dressed man who happened to be wandering in the backrooms of the club.
No, the man was none other than Connor O’Leary, one of the highest-ranking men in the Irish Mafia. I’d come across information on him over the course of my career, his name popping up every now and then. What he did, exactly, was a mystery. I’d defended my fair share of low-life criminals, men very low on the food chain. Now and then they’d drop his name, hinting that whatever operation was going on, some guy named Connor O’Leary was near the top.
That was all I’d usually get out of them. I’d press, letting them know that offering up info on the top criminals in the city would surely help their case in the eyes of the DA. They’d never take the offer though, as if they knew that getting on Connor’s bad side was a fate worse than any prison sentence.
He kissed me hard and deep, turning me toward him as he wrapped his arm around my waist. There was something about him that was irresistible, something that made me not give a damn about how dangerous he was.
No, that wasn’t quite right. Even in those moments I could be honest with myself, honest enough to realize, to my horror, that whatever danger he possessed wasn’t a deterrent; in fact, it only made himhotter.
His mouth opened, his tongue moving past his lips to tangle with mine.
“I’ve been thinking about this ever since you brushed up against me last night,” he said, putting his hand on the curve of my hip and pulling me close. I sighed, squirming against him and wanting more. “I can tell you’ve had the same thing on your mind.”
Once more, he saw right through me. I moaned, grinding against him, my pussy growing wetter by the second. I’d never felt with a man like I did with him in the back of that car, like I was under some sort of spell that couldn’t be explained by the single glass of wine I’d had.
His other hand fell onto my middle, moving down like it had in the dream. A big part of me knew that it was a terrible idea but I couldn’t resist. I’d never felt so drawn to a man before, so wrapped up in his looks and charm and touch. How the hell was I supposed to deny a feeling like that?
I kissed him back, opening one eye slightly to watch as his hand moved to the hem of my dress. He pulled the fabric up, exposing my thigh and a hint of the black panties I had on underneath. Connor was bold, taking what he wanted and not being timid in his approach.
Connor planted his hand on the thickest part of my thigh, squeezing it and beginning to move slowly up between my legs. I moaned, squirming with pleasure at his touch, both hating and loving the way he took his time and enjoyed me.
Connor tapped the partition with his free hand, giving the driver the signal to start moving. The driver complied, and we were soon on our way through the city, Connor’s full attention on me. He moved the dress up further, over my hips until my panties were fully exposed.
He smirked, taking a long look before glancing up at me.
“You always wear lacy black thongs when you meet with strange men?”
His question caught me off guard.
“Not always.”
He slipped his fingers underneath the sides of my thong and started to pull it down.
“What makes now different?” he asked. I suspected by his tone that he already knew the answer, and that he only wanted to hear me say it. Connor was cocky in that way and I kind of liked it.
“Guess there’s… just something about you.”
It was the best answer I could come up with. Not to mention that it was true. There was something about Connor, mobster or not, that made me feel a way that I hadn’t in as long as I could remember.
He took my panties down all the way to my ankles and I kicked them off. I felt totally exposed, my bottom half bare. His right hand moved slowly toward my pussy, my chest rising and falling with anticipation as he moved closer and closer to where I wanted him, to where he’d been in my dream.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
A shiver ran up my spine, the intensity running through me so much that I had to roll my shoulders.
“And what do you want to do with me?” I asked, watching him part my lips.
“Let me show you.”
