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“Start,” I ordered, my voice more gravelly with arousal than before.
Rico stepped towards her and dived down, capturing her lips in one swift action, pulling her into him with a genuine want. Her eyes fluttered closed, but her body remained rigid as he moved his hands from her hair to her body, gliding them sensually over her skin. She finally started to relax as she lifted her hands up to his shoulders and her nails dug into his flesh.
I swallowed my mixture of envy and desire as I watched them kissing passionately, wishing it were me instead of him. What the fuck was going on with me? I had done this many times before. Watched two employees get it on to check they could do all the things they bragged about. But never had I craved to take their place. When his lips left her mouth and ran down her throat, she released a sensual moan that had my dick pulsing in my trousers. My hands clawed the sofa as I fought the urge not to get it out and start pumping furiously for some relief. I wasn’t a client. I was a Boss. I wasn’t here for pleasure. I was here for work.
Rico skillfully moved them towards the bed and wrapped his arms around her back, lowering her gently to the mattress. Fuck, he was being too gentle. I would have thrown her down and ripped that underwear off her body by now. It was almost as if he knew she needed to be eased into this. He released one of her breasts from the lace fabric and flicked his tongue over her pointy, pink nipple as she dropped her head back in a moan. A low growl escaped my throat at the sound and her head snapped up, her eyes connecting with mine. Eyes that teased and sparkled with lust and curiosity at the same time. I couldn’t look away. She had me under her spell. I watched every little reaction to what the man was doing to her with fascination. The way her breathing was shallow and turned to pants when he worked a sensitive spot on her skin with his tongue or the way her lips parted when his fingers fell between her legs.
I had never got off on someone else’s pleasure alone, but all I longed for was to see her fall apart. Study every subtle thing that caused her to shake or moan or drop her head back in ecstasy.
“Between her legs. Now,” I ordered the man as he lifted his head from her nipple and looked over at me. He glanced up towards her, his eyes seeking permission and she nodded, biting her lip. At least he was following the rules of respect and consent. His head disappeared between her legs and I saw the moment his tongue connected with her clit because of the sharp inhale of breath and the way her eyes rolled in pleasure behind her mask. No longer able to ignore the painful ache in my throbbing cock, I removed one hand from the back of the sofa and started to rub the length of my erection over my trousers, imagining the taste of her sweet pussy.
“Look at me,” I commanded as her moans became louder and more frequent, her pleasure heightening with every swipe of that lucky fucker’s tongue. Her dark, molten eyes connected with mine before she looked down and saw that I had shoved my hand in my trousers and was pleasuring myself. Her innocent eyes widened and she held mine again through our masks, shielding us from exposing ourselves to each other. I longed to see her without the disguise.
I wouldn’t let myself come. But the relief of a few pumps was worth it when it pushed her over the edge and she cried out her orgasm, her body jolting and legs shaking as her hands gripped into the man’s hair. I released my dick, knowing if I carried on, I was about to fucking explode too.
I watched with fascination as she shuddered in her aftermath and the man took care of her, licking her clean before standing up from his position on his knees.
“Leave,” I commanded him and his eyes widened as he looked from me to Flora. She was panting heavily, her cheeks flushed pink as she stared up at him in a daze.
“Leave.” I repeated. He slowly turned and backed out of the room.
I stood up from the sofa, rearranging my dick as she sat up, leaning back on her hands. She was glowing from her release. A goddess. I licked my lips hungrily as I peered down at her on the bed. I could see how turned on she still was. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t say no if I offered to fuck her right now.
“You have potential,” I smirked, “But he was doing all the work so the jury is still out.”
“I think your dick would beg to differ,” she snapped between heavy breaths, her gaze flicking down to the biggest erection I had ever had in my life. I burst out laughing, shaking my head and walked out of the room before I gave in to the burning desire to show this woman just what my dick wanted to do.
How Dare He?
Frantic banging jolted me from my sleep as I groaned deeply. I had been dreaming… of diamond blue eyes through a gold panther mask… watching me… while I did naughty things to myself. His every deep and dominating command was the catalyst to my pleasure. His hot, heated gaze was my undoing. I sat bolt upright in the comfort of my hotel bed, panting, sweating and extremely turned on.
“Elenora!” Finn’s booming voice came from the other side of the door as his fists hammered against it, causing the walls to vibrate. God, the man was like a grumpy gorilla in the mornings. I threw the duvet off me and grabbed the hotel robe off the back of the door. “You have two seconds before I break down this door!”
“Hang on! Jesus, Finn!” I tied the robe just as I swung open the door, not caring about the state of my hair or the fact I was still wearing last night’s makeup. Last night. My eyes widened when my brain finally caught up with reality and I remembered the dream had come from experience. Panther man was real. I really went to a sex club last night and pretended to work there! I had an orgasm from one man while another one watched. I could feel my cheeks flaming as Finn stomped into my room with a face of thunder.
“What the hell, Elle?” He shouted, his brown eyes filled with frustration and anger. Oh holy shit, he knows! I am in so much fucking trouble.
“What?” I avoided his glare and walked towards the bathroom to start removing my makeup. How the hell did he find out? Did Gio know? No, he would have definitely broken my door down if he knew. I held my breath as Finn followed me, leaning against the door frame. He threw something down with a clatter on the sink surface. My eyes followed it as I gulped down my nerves. My phone.
“You said you were sleeping in with Cecilia last night? I go there this morning and have a fucking heart attack when you are not there but your phone is! Your mamma didn’t even remember you coming by last night. Why didn’t you tell me you were sleeping in here?”
I momentarily closed my eyes and exhaled. That’s what he was angry about. Thank God.
“I changed my mind,” I shrugged my shoulders as I wiped my panda eyes.
“And you didn’t think to tell me?” He growled, folding his beefy arms across his chest.
“Do I have to tell you when I need to take a shit too?” I snapped back, throwing the wipe in the bin with a slam of the lid.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Elle. I am your main bodyguard and if you say you are going to be in one place, I trust you to stay in that place. What if something had happened to you and I hadn’t known where you were? Boss would have my fucking head!”
I sighed, guilt suddenly eating me up inside. He was right. I didn’t just risk my own neck last night but his too. If Gio ever found out where I had gone alone, Finn would have taken the brunt of it.
“I’m sorry. I just wanted my own bed in the end. I didn’t want to bother you to have to come back up just to walk me down to my floor, it seemed pointless. I should have texted you to let you know, but I forgot my phone and then I couldn’t be bothered to go back up to get it.” I focused on applying my moisturiser and not on looking in his eyes while I lied to his face. This was possibly one of the first times I had ever kept something so big from Finn. But what choice did I have? He would have never let me go.
“Fine. Just don’t do it again,” he huffed and I gave him a cheeky smile. He rolled his eyes and turned to go and sit in the armchair in the corner of the room. I plugged my phone in to charge and then flicked through my wardrobe for an outfit for today’s brunch on my brother’s yacht. The wedding brunch. Gio and Liv’s first breakfast as a married couple. They were then heading straight out on the Mediterranean for two nights for their honeymoon. I felt pretty gutted for Olivia to only get a two-night honeymoon but Gio is a workaholic and is rarely able to switch off for longer than 48 hours. I swear he thinks the world would stop spinning without him. I mean… it probably would but still. Another reason I knew mafia men were not for me. There is no work/life balance. No ‘let’s drop everything and take a spontaneous romantic holiday’. Even the one Gio took us all on two years ago was a business trip.
“Which do you think?” I asked, holding up a white high-slit dress or an orange sun dress.
