Page 33 of Dangerous Men (Fortune City Mafia #1)

I realize I’ve been stroking him this entire time, lost in thought, and I pull my hand back quickly.

“Sorry,” I murmur.

“You don’t ever have to be sorry about touching me,” Ash assures me with a grin. “But let me return the favor.”

Pivoting on the couch, Ash moves over me, pushing me down against the cushions with his body and lying down on top of me.

I feel so small underneath him, and I love it. His hands slide under the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and over my shoulders, pulling it off me.

“I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” he says softly, against the skin of my neck, kissing down to my collarbone. “Alec would kill me for being with you first. But I really want to play with you. Can I?”

Alec. Hearing his name from Ash’s mouth as he touches me summons a wave of guilt.

“Would… would he—” I start to ask. Ash’s mouth closes over my nipple through the fabric of my bra, and the words disappear into a gasp.

“He won’t be mad,” Ash promises. The bra is gone a second later, tossed aside, and when his mouth returns with no fabric between him and my nipple, I arch into him with a breathy moan. “He bought these for you, remember? I’m just helping you play with them, that’s all. No harm there, right?”

Somehow, that logic doesn’t quite track, but I can’t think rationally with the things his mouth is doing to me. It’s even worse when he kisses down my stomach, licking and nibbling at my hip bones as he pulls off my pants.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already, aren’t you?” he says, kissing up my leg and to my center. He rolls his knuckles over the soaked front of my underwear, eliciting another moan from me. “I love these panties, Babygirl. You look so fucking hot right now.”

At least today I’d been prepared. After my call with Alec, I’d wanted to feel sexy, even if no one saw, so I picked out a risqué black lace thong to wear. A huge step up from the panties Alec saw me in.

“But beautiful as these are, they have got to go,” Ash tells me, lifting my hips up so he can pull my panties off, sliding them down my legs.

“Don’t you dare pocket those,” I tell him, breathless from his attention. “They were expensive, and they’re mine .”

Ash chuckles, setting them aside.

“Anything you say, Babygirl.” He grins. “I’ll buy you a whole store of them if you want.”

His knuckles roll over me again, this time without any fabric between us, and I moan, arching up for more contact .

“Do you trust me?” Ash asks, staring up from between my legs. His eyes are an ocean blue so bright I feel like I’m drowning in them.

Honestly? No, I don’t trust him. I don’t even know this man. But at this moment, I’m willing to say anything that will keep him touching me. I nod eagerly.

“Good,” Ash smiles. He leans back to the table.

“Give me your hands,” he says, holding up the cuffs. I whimper, trying to clench my legs together, but Ash is between them, holding them open. I hold my wrists out in front of me, strangely thrilled by the prospect.

He’s done this before, I realize, watching how quickly he gets the cuffs open, and how deftly he clasps them around my wrists. He’s done this a lot before.

“Put your arms above your head,” Ash tells me. “And don’t move them unless I tell you to.”

I obey, trembling.

“I’m going to start slow, okay?” he tells me, reaching for the first vibrator, the smaller one. “But you tell me if I go too fast for you. Just say the word, and I’ll cool it. Understand?”

I nod. He trails the toy down my body slowly, only flicking it on when he reaches my hips. I jump, shocked by the sound as it jolts to life, and Ash chuckles.

“Jumpy little thing, aren’t you?” He laughs.

He slides the toy lower and lower, finally slipping it between my legs and?—

“Oh!” I gasp, arching up as Ash touches the toy to my clit, the sensation almost verging on too much.

He leaves it there for a few seconds, sliding it up and down just a fraction, letting me get a feel for it. Then he moves it even lower, wetting it with my own arousal before slipping it inside me .

It slides in easily enough, and I sigh, relaxing back against the couch.

“How’s that?” Ash asks, pumping it in and out of me slowly.

“That’s good,” I moan. “That’s so good.”

Ash grins. With his other hand, he reaches down, gripping himself through his pants.

“I’m glad you like it, Babygirl, but I think you can take more,” he says.

He pulls the toy out slowly with little warning, switching it off and setting it back on the table.

I expect him to grab the other toy right away, but he doesn’t.

He takes off his shirt instead, then stands, hands going to his belt.

Seeing Alec through the video camera was a whole new experience for me, but it’s nothing compared to having the real thing. When Ash steps out of his jeans, kneeling next to me on the couch, the air goes out of me.

He’s gorgeous. Every part of him is so excruciatingly perfect and toned. I reach out to touch him unthinkingly, completely forgetting my hands are cuffed.

“If you move those hands again, I will spank your ass raw,” Ash warns me. My whole body goes stiff at those words, a surprising flood of desire flowing through me. But I do what he says.

“I want to make sure you’re wet enough to take it,” Ash says, leaning over my body to kiss my thighs. His hips are up near my face, and his cock is so close I can see it twitch as he spreads me open, tongue flicking out to lick at my clit.

I gasp, almost forgetting to keep my arms above my head. I remember just in time, gripping the cushions beneath me to keep them in place.

“Fuck, I love the way you taste,” Ash groans, lips closing around my clit. I believe him, too. I didn’t think it was possible for Ash to get harder, but he does, his cock pulsing next to me .

He licks and sucks at me until I’m close to the edge, and then stops, pulling away and reaching back to the table for the bigger toy.

This one has a remote. Ash grips it in one hand as he positions the toy with the other, sliding it up and down over me until it’s nice and wet. I tense when he pushes it against my entrance.

“Relax,” Ash says, arms flexing as he holds it in place. “Take a deep breath for me and let it out slowly.”

I do, inhaling for three full seconds, and then exhaling. As I do, the toy slides in.

I gasp, clenching around it. But it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. It’s…

It’s wonderful.

“How does that feel?” Ash asks. His other hand clenches around the remote.

“It’s good,” I gasp, writhing. I clench around it again, desperate for him to move it, for him to fuck me with it.

“Good,” Ash nods.

His fingers deftly flick the controls of the remote.

“Oh!” I cry out, shocked, as the toy comes to life. Not just a buzz, but a rhythm, a pulse, inside me.

“You did so well, taking that toy,” Ash praises, fingers sliding over the buttons again. A new, stronger pulse starts. “Take your reward.”

It’s heaven. I writhe against the couch, incoherent. There’s another sound, another vibration, and this one I almost recognize, like it’s buried somewhere in the recesses of my mind.

The toy switches off suddenly. The other sound remains, and it’s almost…

Ash leans down next to the couch, and I’m vaguely aware of him pulling something from our pile of clothing.

“Well, speak of the devil.” He laughs. It’s my phone, I realize. The sound is my phone vibrating with an incoming call. Ash waves it at me with a grin before answering.

“Hey, boss,” he says cheerfully into the receiver. “You’ll never guess where I am.”

My eyes go wide with horror, unable to fully comprehend Ash answering my phone while I’m naked and bound on the couch next to him. I open my mouth to say something, anything, but before I can, Ashton taps my phone screen, sending the call to speakerphone.

“Ashton?” Alec’s voice asks through the phone.

“Mm hm,” he answers, winking at me. He sets the phone on the back of the couch, freeing up his hand to slide down my body.

Through the speaker, Alec huffs in irritation.

“I should have known you’d go and see her,” he grumbles. “Is she there?”

“Oh, she’s here,” Ash answers pleasantly. “But she’s a little tied up right now, sorry.”

I scowl at him, and Ash just laughs.

The pause on the other end of the phone is just a beat too long.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Ashton?” Alec’s voice is low. Dangerous.

Fuck.

Ash flicks his thumb over my clit, completely unconcerned, and again my head empties of any thoughts not related to his touch.

“It means that she really, really appreciates the gifts you sent her,” Ash says, no fear at all in his voice. “And we’re having a lot of fun with them right now.”

Alec swears, low and vicious, and there’s a scuffle on the other end of the line. I hear him saying something in the background, but it’s too muffled to make out.

More shuffling.

Then the sound of a door closing.

“Everything okay over there?” Ash asks, his voice full of innocent concern as he traces slow circles over my clit.

“Fine,” Alec snaps. “I just needed to clear the room. We were just about to start a meeting here.”

Ash chuckles. Smiling at me, he presses down on the remote in his hand, sending the toy roaring back to life. The sound I make in response is embarrassingly loud.

“You mother fu—” Alec snarls, hearing me cry out. “Show me. Now.”

Still chuckling, Ash reaches for my phone, switching it into video mode.

Maybe I would object if I could think properly. But Ash’s hand on the toy is pushing it slowly, so slowly, in and out as it works absolute magic inside me, and all my thoughts are lost to the sensation.

“See how good she is?” Ash purrs, angling the phone to give Alec a long shot of my body, ending where he’s sliding the toy in and out of me.

I hear Alec swear on the other end of the line.

“She’s close,” Ash tells him. “Want to watch her come?”

Oh God. I grip the cushions under me. I didn’t think I could get wetter, but Ash’s words have me dripping, soaking the toy he’s sliding into me.

“Such a good girl,” Alec says breathlessly on the phone. “Fuck. If I was there, I’d…”

There’s a knock, and I panic for a moment before realizing it’s coming from the phone, not my own front door. There’s a hushed conversation, muffled.

“I have to go,” Alec says, sounding harried. “I can’t postpone this meeting and I … fuck . ”

“I’ll take good care of her,” Ash grins smugly. “You go back to your meeting. I got this.”

“I hate you so fucking much right now, brother,” he sighs. Ash laughs and hangs up, tossing my phone back on the floor.

“That was mean,” I gasp.

Ash just shrugs.

“He’d do the same thing in my place,” he explains, like that forgives it. Then he shifts, sliding closer on the couch, leaning his head down between my legs. He licks at me, one hand holding my thighs open, one hand moving the toy, and suddenly I can’t find the energy to care if he was mean or not.

My fingers clench and unclench on the cushion.

“I want to touch you,” I admit, practically begging.

Ash chuckles.

“You keep those hands right where they are,” he murmurs, lips against my skin. But he moves a little closer, bringing his hips next to my face.

“Open your mouth for me,” he says.

I do, moving forward to take the tip of him into my mouth. It’s salty with precum, and I can only barely get him past my lips—but it’s incredible . Just what I need right now. I groan around him, hips grinding against his tongue.

“Oh fuck ,” Ash swears. “That’s it, Babygirl. Fuck, use your tongue, just like that.”

I roll my tongue over his thick head, right on the edge…

Ash sucks at my clit, pounding the toy inside me, and I explode. His cock falls out of my mouth as I scream, legs shaking, rolling my hips in time with his attention. Ash groans, fucking me hard with the toy, wringing every drop of pleasure he can out of me.

The toy is gone a half-second later when I collapse, exhausted, against the couch. Ash tosses it aside, then moves up on the couch until he’s kneeling over me, angling my head up .

“Open up for me, Babygirl,” he says, gripping my hair roughly. “Let me have that pretty mouth.”

He slides his cock between my lips, pushing it deep enough it hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck. Fuck ,” Ash groans. He holds me in place, dragging himself in and out of my mouth. “I’m so fucking close already.”

I moan eagerly around him, letting him know how much I want it.

“You’re going to swallow it,” Ash tells me, grunting as he fucks my mouth. “Swallow every last drop I give you.” He groans, pace picking up.

Holding me by my hair, he pushes himself in deep, so deep I can’t breathe. Ash’s body shakes, cock pulsing as he throws back his head and groans, spilling himself deep in my throat.

There’s so much of it, hot salty liquid flooding my mouth, and just as I panic, needing to draw another breath, needing to swallow, he pulls out.

“Look at me,” he commands. There’s a dark fire in his eyes I haven’t seen before when I do.

I stare into his eyes as I swallow.

“ Fuck,” he gasps. He makes it sound like a prayer, somehow. “Open your mouth. Show me.”

Eyes still locked on his, I open, sticking out my tongue to show him I did exactly what he asked. I swallowed it all.

Ash drops to the couch, crushing our lips together and swallowing my shocked gasp. No man has ever kissed me after…

“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs against my lips. “Fuck, Babygirl, you are so fucking perfect, aren’t you?”

I feel it. In that moment, pressed against him with the taste of him fresh on my tongue, I feel perfect.

When I wake up the next morning, feeling boneless and pleasantly sore, I can’t stop smiling. Ash carried me to bed afterwards, dressing me in my favorite sleep shirt, tucking me in, and even kissing my forehead before saying goodnight.

But I hadn’t noticed him bringing in my phone and certainly hadn’t noticed him plugging it in to charge. It’s such a small, insignificant gesture, but it makes me feel strangely cared for. Loved.

Venturing out into the living room after my morning shower, I notice even more signs of his thoughtfulness. He cleaned the toys from last night before placing everything back in the box.

He even unloaded the dishwasher.

It’s a stark contrast to the morning after Chase and I had sex for the first time.

Wanting to stay in bed and luxuriate in the aftermath of our night together, I’d asked him if he’d go out and get us both coffee.

I’d wanted that small token of romance, a gesture to show he cared for me, wanted to please me.

He’d refused. And even worse, he’d called me lazy for even asking. It was our first fight.

First, but definitely not the last.

After that experience, I’m not sure how to process Ash’s thoughtfulness. No one has ever cared for me like this before.

I think I love it.