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I didn’t even realize I was smiling until she approached me and gave me a nervous, shy smile in return. God, she was so beautiful.
She was also an absolute badass who I owed my goddamn life to.
Maybe—
I shut down those thoughts and offered my arm, vowing to sweep her off her feet tonight. We made our way out to the black SUV, neither of us wearing jackets because it was one of those odd, mild nights that sometimes occurred in October. One of my more dangerous and quieter guys had volunteered to drive us. He gave a brief nod and I nodded back, thankful he was with me since this type of work was usually below him.
Last night fucked everything up.I gritted my jaw as we climbed in and took off.Hendrix fucked everything up. I would’ve been happy to let him self-destruct but now I don’t have that kind of time.
Shaking the thought off, I reached for Lia’s hand and she leaned into my arm, tapping a foot along with the soft music. Breathing in her perfume, I wished this night could last forever.
I wished I was Ty Anelli and I could date her the way she deserved.
All too soon, we were at the restaurant, located in a narrow brick building in the North End. We swept into the back entrance, up a flight of stairs, and into a private room. It looked out over Hanover Street, with the city rising behind.
At first, it was hard for me to settle in and pay attention to the food. I kept listening for footsteps on the stairs, letting my hand rest on my gun and glancing out the window as though unfriendly eyes would be staring in.
However, when I saw Lia twisting her fingers in her hair and following my gaze, I knew that I needed to cool it with being the Mafia Boss for a minute. I’d taken her out to dinner to treat her, to thank her and, hell, to woo her. The two of us making stilted small talk while we braced for the worst wasn’t how I wanted this evening to go.
Taking several deep breaths, reminding myself that I’d taken the necessary precautions and that I trusted the owner of this restaurant with my life, I made myself relax. There was no way anyone was getting by my guy downstairs, never mind the staff. I’d chosen this place for that reason.
Smiling at Lia, I cleared my throat and bobbed a head at the menu she’d been looking over without reading. “I love the chicken cacciatore or the manicotti.”
“Oh?” Lia asked and glanced at the menu again. “I was tempted by the chicken Florentine.”
From there, it became ridiculously easy to talk. I told her about growing up in California, how I’d hated Boston at first but now loved the city with a fierce passion. Then, we talked about places we liked to go and things we liked to do and see, music and movies and stupid, wonderful shit like that. It all felt so normal and refreshing – and I found myself laughing, eager for Lia’s stories, her wry observations and her quick comebacks.
Even though this was my favorite restaurant, I barely paid the food any mind. I was so enamored with Lia.
But the food, the wine, and the sweet tiramisu for dessert lit a fire in my blood. Lia’s lips looked damn good around her fork and the way she moaned as she ate the cake made me eager to get back to the house.
“You’re making me regret not getting tiramisu,” I said, and Lia’s eyes flicked up to mine, her lips still wrapped around the fork.
She pulled the fork free, and her throat bobbed. A moment later, she held out a piece of cake for me. “Here,” she said, her voice lower and warmer. “Have a bite.”
Grabbing her wrist, I forced her hand closer and took the bite of cake off the fork, keeping my eyes on her the whole time. The sweet flavors burst on my tongue and I let out a hum of content.
“Now I understand what you were moaning about,” I said, and Lia flushed. Then I reached out and pretended to wipe off something from the corner of her lip. “Ready to go?”
Lia nodded eagerly, her eyes heating with excitement and we headed out.
The second we were alone in the car, my self-control began to fray at the seams. I tried to sit a little further away from her and get a grip, to tell myself it wasn’t too long of a drive and I could wait.
But when I glanced over at Lia, I knew I’d already lost this battle. Her gold hair glowed against the tinted windows in the dimbackseat. She gazed out the window, leaning forward, and her pale skin was bright against the black of her dress. Desire roared through me and I swallowed hard, my cock straining against my pants. Reaching over, I pressed the button for the privacy section, and it soundlessly slid into place.
Grabbing at my tie, I plucked it loose and let it lay over my shoulders for easy access. Moving across the seat, I ran my knuckles up the bare skin of Lia's back, and my other hand slipped around her neck. She gasped and glanced over her shoulder. When her eyes met mine, they heated with need and her tongue flicked out against her pink lips.
Someone else is eager to get home too.
I tightened my grip and Lia arched against me. Leaning in, I whispered in her ear, “On your knees. I want that lipstick smeared all over my cock. Now.”
Lia whimpered and tried to buck backward but my other hand moved to her breast, kneading it and cruelly pinching the bud. At the same time, I pulled Lia into a deeper arch and captured her lips with mine.
My hand slid inside her dress as I tortured her breast and Lia cried out against my mouth. But that would be the extent of the foreplay this time. I couldn’t hold back.
“Are you going to obey?” I asked when we broke apart.
“What if I say no?” Lia asked, panting, and I pinched her nipple, causing her face to contort. “Sir.”
