Page 30 of Dangerous Men (Fortune City Mafia #1)

SYDNEY

My phone chimes just as I’ve finished drying my hair and slipped into my favorite oversized sleep shirt, ready to curl up under the covers for the night.

It’s Alec.

The Boss: I miss you.

The smile that reading those words evokes threatens to take over my whole face. I’ve been missing him these last few days, too.

Still, I set my phone down and don’t respond, crawling into bed instead and trying to get comfortable.

I consider reading my book—I still haven’t had time to get past the first page in the final book in my favorite trilogy—but I know there’s no chance I could get any reading done tonight. I’m too distracted right now.

I can’t stop thinking about the night of the charity banquet.

I’ve never been with anyone so focused on my needs and my pleasure.

I feel a little selfish thinking back about it.

Guilty that neither one of them had, well…

finished . But when I’d tried to touch him, Ashton had stopped me, wanting the night to be about me.

I kind of loved that, loved that my pleasure had been the focus. It was certainly a first for me.

My phone chimes again, and, curious, I reach for it. This time it’s an image. For a brief second, my stomach sinks, a sense of dread creeping into my chest. Is Alec the sort of guy to send a dick pic out of the blue? God, I hope not…

Even if, secretly, a part of me maybe, possibly, might be curious about it…

I breathe a sigh of relief when I open the image and am not accosted by unwanted genitalia. It’s a city skyline at night, seen from a tall building.

And it’s beautiful.

The Boss: I’d love to show you Empire City sometime.

I grin, fingers typing out a response.

I’d like that.

The Boss: How was your day, darling?

Good.

I pause after sending it, considering.

Sebastian was in the store all day again.

Three dots appear.

The Boss: Do you want me to ask him to leave ?

I think about it a bit before responding. Do I? Sure, he was a dick to me the first day he showed up, but he kept to himself all day today. And Jade won’t shut up about how much he’s tipping her and complimenting her food.

No

I type out my next message, hoping I won’t regret it.

It’s fine. He’s not bothering me.

The Boss: Tell me if he does, darling.

I chew my lip and hesitate before sending the next message, typing it out and erasing it a few times before I finally settle on the right phrasing. I’ve always avoided conflict, especially in relationships. Somehow, it’s so much easier to stand up to Sebastian than Alec. But I need to say it.

Can you do me a favor? Please don’t actually fire Chase.

There’s barely any pause at all before he answers.

The Boss: Anything for you. And doc already passed along your message.

Satisfied, I set my phone aside, ready to sleep. I roll over. A thousand thoughts race through my head. I roll back. I can’t seem to get comfortable.

In my head, I can hear Alec’s voice. Between my legs, I can feel his tongue.

Groaning in frustration, I flop onto my back and kick my feet. And then, surprising myself, I reach for my phone and type out a message.

I can’t sleep.

And before he can even respond, before I can second-guess myself, I send another.

I can’t stop thinking about the way you touched me the other night.

Three dots appear and disappear.

Silence.

Maybe that was too bold? My heart sinks a little. I did just tell him I wanted to take it slow. Maybe I shouldn’t have…

My phone vibrates violently in my hand, the screen lighting up with an incoming call from The Boss.

Hesitantly, I answer.

“Hi,” I say.

“Hi.” Alec’s voice is a growl. I hear a door click closed, followed by the thud of a lock. “I needed to get somewhere private,” he tells me.

Oh. I wriggle under my covers.

“Tell me why you can’t sleep, darling,” Alec says. He has this way of speaking sometimes where he demands rather than asks. I think I like it.

“I… I’m lonely,” I say in a voice barely above a whisper.

“I can help with that, Sydney,” he says in a dark purr. “Would you like me to help?”

My thighs clench together.

“How?” I ask, a little breathless.

“Can you turn on your video for me? I want to see you.”

I do, switching to video calling. A moment later, it connects, and I can see him, sitting in a dark room, lounging in a chair with his shirt partially unbuttoned.

“Hi,” I say, nervously.

Alec smirks .

“Is there somewhere you can put your phone down so I can still see you? I want your hands free for this,” he says.

I nod, a little nervous, and set my phone on the table beside my bed, angling it so he can see almost all of me, including the tops of my bare legs.

His jaw tightens.

“What are you wearing under that shirt?” he asks in a gravelly voice.

“Just my underwear,” I tell him.

He swears in a low voice, running a hand over his face and hair. And that small moment of him losing his composure makes me feel strangely powerful.

“Show me,” Alec demands.

My hands are shaking a little as I peel the shirt up over my hips, spreading my legs just a bit to show him. I’m wearing a pair of bikini cut panties, not the sexiest underwear by any stretch of the imagination, but the way his eyes devour me makes me feel like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes. His hand goes up to his own shirt, unbuttoning it further. Bit by bit, he reveals that toned chest, and by the time his shirt is fully open, I’m practically drooling.

“Take off your shirt for me, darling,” he says. “I want to see you. All of you.”

I wriggle out of it, tossing it aside.

“Panties, too.”

I hesitate, my fingers pausing on the waistband of my underwear. I’ve never done this before, and I’ve only had phone sex once, years and years ago. Suddenly, I’m nervous, too conscious of how I must look right now.

“ Now , Sydney,” Alec snaps. “I don’t like having to ask twice.”

The command in his voice sends a surge of heat through me, and I obey, pulling my underwear down my legs and kicking them off.

“Lay back, darling,” Alec says. I hear a zipper, and glance at my phone to see him opening his pants. “Let me see all of you.”

I lay back against my pillow, arching my back.

“Good girl,” he praises, voice breathy. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Are you wet for me, darling?”

I nod, biting my lip.

“Show me.”

Slowly, I slide my hand down my body, over my stomach. I let my legs fall open as I reach down, gliding a finger over myself. Just that tiny bit of friction is enough to make me gasp, my nerves overly sensitive.

“That’s it,” Alec’s voice is guttural. “Fuck, I wish I could taste you right now.”

I glance at my phone, working myself with my fingertips, and?—

Holy. Fuck .

Alec’s cock is out, jutting from his open pants, and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

He’s huge, intimidatingly so, and as his fingers trail over his hard length, I think back to the party, to him stretching me open with three fingers.

He and Ash were right. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough, to prepare me to take all of that .

“You look so fucking beautiful, Sydney,” he breathes, gripping himself.

“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” I admit, with a small smile.

He smirks.

“Yeah? Do you like this, darling?” Alec squeezes the base of himself as he asks it, and his cock jerks in response. A bead of precum glistens on the tip, sparkling in the low light.

I nod, biting my lip. I do, I do like it .

“Show me,” he tells me. “Let me see how much you like it.”

Knowing what he wants, I let my thighs drift open a little more, using my fingers to show him exactly how much I like the view.

“Fuck, I love watching you touch yourself, sweetheart,” he says. His hand moves over himself, quickening. “Do you have a toy nearby? I want to see you fill that greedy little cunt.”

A toy? My pulse quickens.

I don’t. I owned a bullet vibrator years ago, but Chase guilted me into getting rid of it. He said it made him feel like I didn’t trust him to get me off properly. Only sluts use toys, he’d told me.

Funny, now that I think about it. That vibrator did a much better job than he ever managed to. Maybe he was right to be a little jealous.

I shake my head in answer to Alec’s question, and the hand touching himself pauses.

“No toys?” he asks.

Swallowing, I tell him. “No. I uh… I don’t own any.”

“Use your fingers,” he says, starting to stroke himself again.

I do, sliding a finger down from my clit and easing it inside. It’s not enough, not nearly enough, when I’m watching him stroke himself. I need more. I need that inside me.

“If I buy some toys for you, would you use them?” he asks.

I moan, my finger sliding in and out of me, and nod. I think I’d agree to anything right now.

“Two fingers, darling.”

I slip another finger inside me.

“I want to know you’re taken care of when I’m not there,” he says. “I want to know that pussy is satisfied.”

“Yes,” I gasp, my fingers moving faster.

“You’re going to take this,” he tells me, gripping his cock harder, so there’s no question whatsoever what he’s referring to. “ You’re going to take every inch of me, you understand that? I want you ready for it. I want you to know what you’re in for.”

“Oh God,” I gasp. I’m already getting close. Who knew dirty talk was my thing?

“I’m your god tonight. Three fingers, darling. I know you’re close, I can see it. Be a good girl for me. Give that pussy what it wants.”

I’ve never been so wet in all my life, but it’s still a stretch to get the third finger in.

Alec praises me the whole time, stroking himself.

My hips raise off the bed as I fuck myself for him. If I could see myself, I’d probably be mortified at how I look, but right now, at this moment, my entire world has narrowed to Alec’s body and the pressure building between my legs.

“My sweet, sweet Sydney, you’re right on the edge, aren’t you?” Alec asks, eyes boring into me. “I want to see you fall apart. Show me. Show me how you make yourself come.”

His words put me right over that edge, and I shatter, arching back and crying out as I come undone.

“That’s it, that’s it. Fuck . You’re such a good girl for me. Such a good… fucking… girl…” He groans, and even in my ecstasy I’m aware of him finishing with me, his cock jerking in his hand as he shoots his release onto his chest.

We’re quiet for several seconds after as we catch our breath, stars dancing in my vision. I feel incredible. The muscles in my legs are shaking.

I look over at my screen and suck in a breath.

Alec’s chest is coated in his own cum, and it glistens in the light as his chest rises and falls.

His hand is on his still hard cock, stroking it slowly, leisurely.

He’s staring at me as though enraptured, making no move to clean himself.

And something about him sitting there, covered in his own pleasure, is so primal and raw my pussy clenches .

“That was perfect,” Alec tells me, sounding amazed. “And just what I needed tonight.”

I nod in agreement, not trusting myself to speak.

“You should get some sleep, sweetheart. It’s late.”

“It’s later where you are,” I tease.

He just laughs.

“Sleep. Can I message you tomorrow?”

I grin. I love the way he asks, like he’s checking in on me every step of the way. Suddenly, it seems impossible that I’d ever doubted whether he could slow down for me. Hasn’t he shown me, time and time again, that he’s willing to respect my boundaries?

“I’d like that,” I tell him.

“Good. Sleep well, darling.”

I imagine I’ll be awake late into the night, replaying our session together in my head, but I don’t. The second I put my head on the pillow, I’m out. I drift off almost instantly, into a deep and dreamless sleep.