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Heat floods me at his words, and my thighs clench. God, he smells good, and I want to throw myself at him right here, right now. His proximity always does this to me--makes me feel like we're two ends of a magnet pulling to each other, narrowly missing each other each time as the tension builds and my heartbeat quickens.
No one else in the room is looking at us, but I still pull away to ward off suspicion. Then my weaker side, the part of me that's been desperate for this dangerous mafioso ever since before I stepped back into his casino, rears its head.
"Go on, then. Thank me exactly the way I know you're picturing,Mr. Caputo."
Domenic's eyes flash again, and he takes another step closer, like he's close to snapping and grabbing me right here despite all the security members chatting in the room.
"If you don't follow me out of this room right now, you'll earn another one."
"Another what?"
"Spanking," he growls under his breath.
Oh, God. I flush at his words, excitement pooling through me and heating my skin.
"Follow me," Domenic demands, and then he leaves the security room.
I know he's out there waiting for me right now, and I allow myself an evil little smile while I take my time, grabbing my purse, powering off my computer, and casually telling the others I'm taking off early for an "appointment."
By the time I get into the hallway, Domenic is smoldering. He could melt steel with his eyes.
He doesn't move for me since there are cameras in here, but I see his hand flex like he's already imagining it against my ass. That arouses me even more—this older, dangerous man who's always so in control being so tempted to spank me here and now.
"Sorry, did I keep you waiting?" I tease, winking as I brush past him toward the parking garage.
He stays silent as we walk beside one another, the tension building even as we remain mindful of the cameras posted all over the Golden Flame and the attached parking garage.
When we reach my car, he stops me with a hand on my arm and leans in to whisper gravelly, "Get in, pretend to start it and feign it doesn't work. Don't actually use your keys. Then you're getting in my car, I'll say I took you home, but I'm taking you to my place, and I'm going to fuck you all night, Loren. Right after I spank your naughty, delicious little ass."
I'm breathless from arousal as I do exactly as he says for the benefit of the camera and the team watching us. Soon, I'm in Domenic's car again, only this time, instead of being scared, I want to drive him wild.
I want to make my mafioso boss lose his careful control for me, the same way he did three years ago.
The drive is a blur as I kiss along his neck, unbuttoning his shirt to lick more of his tattoos as Domenic swears softly and tries to focus on driving. I tease him by squeezing the bulge in his pants, nibbling his earlobe, and whispering how much I want him in me. I get creative and enjoy seeing him get sexually pent-up more than I could have imagined.
We don't make it to his house. I have no idea where the Caputo heir lives, but he decides it's "too fucking far for this torture." We end up in a hotel room once again, him ripping my clothes off as he kisses me with a hunger that turns my knees to Jell-O.
I get his shirt all the way off of him, but before I can do more, he sits on the bed, grabs me, flips me over his knee, and slaps my ass through my skirt and panties.Hard.
"Fuck!" I gasp, struggling. "Domenic, that's too—"
"You're the one who fucked around, and now you face the consequences," he chuckles darkly, stripping off my skirt and panties before running his hand soothingly over my skin there with a pleased sound.
I squirm again and then shriek when his palm connects with my ass again, sending a shock of both pain and pleasure to my core. He spanks me five more times, gently caressing my ass after each one, and by the time he's done, I'm so wet and aroused that I'm literally begging.
"Please. Fuck, Domenic,please,"I huff, biting my lip and clenching my thighs.
His fingers dip into my wetness for the first time, making me gasp and arch into his touch.
"You're dripping for me," he groans. "Good girl. Tell me. Have you thought about this over the last three years, Loren?"
"You spanking me?" I giggle as he finally allows me to straighten and straddle him.
I capture his lips and grind against the rock-hard erection in his pants, gratified when he lets loose a tortured moan. His hands go to my hips, and he runs his nose down my neck, kissing it so gently that I know he's thinking of the marks he saw there nearly a week ago.
"Us in bed. Me fucking you. Everything we did and wanted more of."
I close my eyes as he strips my shirt and bra off of me before kissing and licking my nipples one by one, hands running up and down my sides as he worships my chest and body.
