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AUbrY

“So…”

I led her down the sidewalk and up to her front porch like I’m some fucking gentleman. Keeping myself in check all night was a challenge but doable with people around. Last thing I need is getting my face plastered on the news with an indecency charge. Anyone sees me and this is all over.

But standing here under the flickering porch light, her eyes heavy as she keeps putting her hands behind her back then on her stomach, I’m at war.

Every turgid cell in my body wants to heft her off her feet and fuck her against her front door.

Love ‘em and leave ‘em was the rare advice I got that wasn’t about how to hide the smell of bodies.

It was easy before, the women on the same turnstile life, no one seriously wanting to settle down with a man who worked for Mr. Ato.

I tried that, hoping to work out every fucking knot she’d tied me up in before vanishing into the night.

She’s an itch I can’t scratch, running under my skin until I can’t focus on anything but her.

The sound of her gasping, the touch of her curves, the taste of her coming—the sight of her standing before me just begging to be taken upstairs and fucked beyond her wildest dreams.

But if I do that, then it’s over, and I’ll have risked my life for nothing.

“I had a good time,” I say then wince. What the hell do normal people do after dates?

“Me too,” she says, her smile widening as she bobs on her toes.

“We should do it again.” Please. I’ll take you on a hundred dates if I can climb out of the hole I dug myself into.

“I’d like that. I’ll have to check my schedule…”

I slam my hand to the front door. She jumps, but starts to melt as I lean closer. “Are you teasing me, Miss Nair?”

Fingers run up my sides, lifting my shirt so the chilling night air glances against my bare skin.

“Maybe,” she says, playing with my muscles. I push my palm against the door, tightening where she’s holding. I swear, I watch the goosebumps run down her body at that move.

Fuck it. I give in to the pounding blood and stare at her breasts. Part memory part fantasy roars through my body until I’m damn near whimpering at how hard my cock throbs. Those heavy, scrumptious tits in my hands, squeezing them together as I thrust between…

My fingers skirt over her chin, lifting it until I’m drowning in her eyes. Closing the gap, my forehead nearly brushes hers and I whisper, “It’s not polite to play with your food.”

“I’m not—”

I kiss her. It’s supposed to be the goodnight kiss. That sweet peck to tell a girl that you like her and want to see more of her.

Right now. I need to see all of her right this fucking second.

The blood roars inside of me. I don’t realize what I’ve done until the back of her hands hit the door. She shivers, her long lashes fluttering at me as I stare in surprise to find I’m the one who grabbed her wrists. I open my hands to let her free, but she lingers, her chest rising.

Two nubs slide up me and I realize it’s her nipples—as hard and ready as I am.

“Aubry?”

Yes. Please. I’ll get on my knees right now…

“Good night.”

Fuck.

More like no fuck.

Okay. I’ve got this. Swallowing the throbbing that kicks like a mule, I push myself off of the door. For a second, my body wobbles like my whole world’s off kilter. Just as she reaches up to grab my shirt to steady me, I get my balance.

“Sleep well,” I say and skirt my fingers from her elbow down to her palm. As I catch it, I lift it to my lips for one final kiss. No suggestive sucking on her fingers, no pulling it to my crotch. I’m being good.

A strange thing for an ex-mafia member to be, but I’m fucking trying.

Sadie’s dark eyes turn into pools of impenetrable desires. With a smile, she pushes on the doorknob and slips inside.

Okay. I got her home without taking off my pants. That’s progress.

Stiff legged, I try to rush to my truck to get home and alleviate my problem, but my damn cock’s caught between my thigh and jeans. Even the slightest step sends a rough stroke down an already wanting to blow missile.

So maybe this night wasn’t a complete success.

How do I even tell someone that I’m an eggplant?

It never mattered before. Everyone in the Nightshades either knew or they weren’t important enough to know.

There my “gift” was useful, but outside of infiltrating and spying, what good was a man who became a vegetable?

Damn it. I claw at my chest, scraping over the muscle I’ve spent a decade building to find the scrawny boy below.

Back there, I was an outsider. More than a foreigner, more than an American, I was wrong.

A villain from their bogeyman stories. Even at ten and just wanting someone to kick a ball with, I wasn’t to be trusted.

A liar. A thief. A monster.

What if that’s all she’ll see?

What if… What if that’s all I am?

I wasn’t a good man, not before I was rescued by Mr. Ato, and certainly not with him. Do I even know what it means to be good?

My phone chirps with a text from Sadie.

You still here?

Crap, was I supposed to already be gone? Well, there’s no point in lying if she can see me out the window.

Yeah.

I pick up speed to get to my truck when my phone chimes again.

Good.

The front door flies open like it’s been kicked. Sadie comes running out. She damn near leaps for me just as I hold out my arms. Is this another goodbye hug?

I start to embrace her when she kisses me. Hard. Her tongue plies with my lip and slides its way in. I open my mouth to give back. Pressure strokes my cock and I moan into her.

She’s rubbing her palm up my crotch, starting a wild fire nothing can contain.

So, not a goodbye hug.

“What are you…?” I ask as she finally releases me and takes my hand. Before I can get in a breath, she pulls me toward her house. “Where are we going?”

“To my room,” she declares.

“But I thought…your rules…” A teeny voice in the back of my mind is screaming at me that this is a test. But it’s drowning in a sea of testosterone. I trail behind her like a happy puppy.

“Those were for the date, right?” she says as we reach the porch.

“Yeah.” I nod, lost but willing to go with anything that will get me inside of her.

“Well.” She slides the welcome mat back and forth under her twisting foot. “The date’s over.”

A grin rises across my soul. She’s panting, begging for me to fuck her. A good man would turn her down. Go home. Let her sleep off this lust drunk night.

Lucky for me, I’m not a good man.

“You’re right.” I clap my hands to her ass and heave her up me. She gasps then laughs as I kiss her. Sliding her thighs around me, my cock riding against my jeans, I carry her up the stairs. “The date is fucking over.”

I throw open two random doors with Sadie hanging off of me before I finally find her bedroom. The ache’s growing beyond comprehension. We drop to her bed, the whole mattress collapsing down then rebounding her against me. I can’t wait and grab her jeans.

The button pops and I draw the zipper over her rounded belly.

As the teeth spread apart, red lace teases below.

Fuck. And I thought her dress would be distracting all night.

All that denim straining around her legs that’s worn down to strings between her inner thighs…

I want to tear the threads apart with my teeth and suck on her skin below.

A little giggle and movement wrenches my gaze up. Her shirt falls to the side. My cock jerks so hard against my pants, I groan at the bite of my zipper. Red. Scandalous red that probably matches her panties. I can’t tell because my brain’s short-circuited on her tits.

The skin smooth as coconut milk rounds over the top of the low lines of her bra. They look about to spill out with one quick laugh. I want to tickle her, to watch them heave over their ballast. Oh, shit. Are those her nipples? A hint of dark brown lingers under the shadow and I reach for my cock.

“Wait,” she says and waggles her finger.

For what? If I have to wait any longer I’m going to have an aneurism.

Sadie climbs out from under me. I’m a statue in place, fearful that if I move I’m going to lose what little control I have left. As she rises to her knees, she squeezes out of her jeans. Soft flesh bursts free then wobbles. My hands clench to grab her hips and pull those thighs to my mouth.

Her weaving on the bed causes me to buck on my knees as she works her jeans over one foot.

Dark black hairs curl through the lace in her panties.

I want to run my fingers down her soft blanket, wrap the crotch of her underwear around my hand, and plunge myself inside.

As she reaches for her second ankle, her hand lands on my chest.

I freeze. Solid. Immobile. A statue watching a woman peel off her clothes. Bare skin folding, rolling, glimmering in the overhead fan light. Begging to be touched, kneaded, pulled, bit.

“There,” she says, her cheeks flushed as she at last sits on her knees before me in nothing but her panties and bra.

Take it off. Take all of it off. Let me—

Her palm runs down my crotch. I tip my head back, drinking in every sensation of her hand through denim. I miss the button popping, but not the zipper falling. My cock wastes no time erupting out of my fly. So much for putting on boxer shorts to slow me down tonight.

Peering into my eyes, Sadie places one finger, then two, then her whole hand around my shaft. Never leaving my gaze, she starts to pump higher. I lean for her, but her palm lands on my chest.

“Ah…” She gives a little waggle of her finger. With the grace of a swan, she spins in bed and drops to her belly. Heat washes over my cock and I stare in ecstatic rapture as her lips part right above the crown.

“Fuck,” I groan at the tip of her tongue swirling across the head.

Sadie inches along the bed. She plants an elbow to the mattress, leaving me free, but I’m locked in place.

As she sucks me in, her eyes close like she’s savoring the most delicious delicacy.

Halfway down, she pauses and swirls back up.

Stars burst in my eyes. She flicked her tongue against the crown’s edge, and I can barely breathe. Guzzling in air, I look up to find her feet swaying in the air. She’s crossed them at the ankles and keeps rolling them back and forth while sucking me off.

Pressure lands on the base of my cock. Her hand circles up and her mouth down. Fuck. Slicking her palm with her salvia, she jerks back to the root and teases my crown with her tongue. Over and over, all while her feet coquettishly bounce in the air.

My hand falls on her head. I tousle through her hair, tearing apart her pony tail. The black locks tumble down her shoulder as I reach for anything to ground me.

Fuck me. Yes. God. I want to cum down her throat. Watch her gargle on me as she gazes up with impressed wonder. Take the back of her head and…

My hand tightens around her hair. It begins to spin in time with her tongue, winding her locks around my fist until I get a hold of it. Then I pull.

“Stop.”