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SALVATORE

H ours drift by, and we polish the remainder of the Old Buck whiskey and play our game. While we sit in the warmth of Silver’s diner, an ice-cold sting lingers where her hand touches my arm.

Fucking pathetic. That’s how it makes me feel. Pining over something as simple as a touch. Never in my life has a woman gripped me so hard by the core that I’ve wanted to derail my entire existence to spend another moment in her company.

And my window is closing, I realize. Silver’s yawning and has been for half an hour, and I’m growing increasingly upset at the idea of her turning in for the night.

“Did you at least have a good night?” she asks, and like magic, her hand returns to my arm and soothes the frozen ache.

Get a hold of yourself. You’re a goddamned Mafia boss. Bringing this pure, beautiful creature into your world is a mistake. You’ll shatter her perfection as you have so many poor souls before.

I can’t even fucking reprimand myself without making it all about her.

“Beats sitting in my car and waiting for the snow to thaw.” I hate how desperate I sound.

A bright smile forms on Silver’s lips and loosens the pit in my gut, if only for a moment.

“Well, I aim to please.” She breaks contact again, this time wobbling unsteadily until she gets to her feet. “But I’ve also had way too much of that engine cleaner, and I need to get out of these clothes.” She giggles to herself and pulls the front of her long-sleeved shirt up to her nose. “I can still smell this morning’s bacon on these.”

“You keep a change of clothes in the back?”

Silver adjusts her shirt, and with my eyes intently following her actions, I’m almost floored by her motion to get it back in place. Without realizing, or maybe it’s intentional, her haphazard tugging stretches the neck hole far enough to expose her cleavage.

Two mountainous peaks held in place by black cotton. I only get a snapshot of her, but I salivate at the sight, and my mind starts drifting to all the wrong places.

Better run, pretty little thing. Otherwise, I might do something I regret.

“Whoops, shit, sorry,” she says, noticing her mistake and covering herself in full. With her first unsteady step toward the short hall leading to the back of the diner, she answers my question. “No, but I do have gym clothes back there. I’ve passed out in them before, so they’ll do.”

The mental anguish of Silver stripping a few feet away from me hammers in my skull, and it hasn’t even started. She isn’t even past the counter, and my mind spirals into unfathomable depths.

Deep breaths and count to ten. Someone told me that works to still anger, and it might do the same for this. Closing my eyes to give it a real shot is a bad mistake. The sight of Silver’s perky tits held together and hidden by a thin covering of black is burned into eyelids. The longer I keep them closed, the more intense the throbbing in my trousers becomes.

She drives me crazy and doesn’t even know it, while she giggles, hums, and talks to herself all the way into the back of the building.

I launch out of my chair and start walking in her direction. The engine cleaner tasted awful, but I’m a seasoned drinker, and it doesn’t knock me around the same way as Silver.

As quickly as my storming of her gates begins, it ends before I take my first step into the corridor.

Stop.

Think.

I’ve already exposed her to too much of my life. Just being here puts her at risk of something wicked coming her way.

Talking and teasing each other is one thing. Me following her down this hall feels like the only logical end to our night, but where does it go from there? I can’t let her in. She accepted my admittance of being head of the Lion’s Den because we’re trapped here.

That’s where it ends. Tomorrow is another day, and I can’t let tonight weigh on her mind forever. If anything happened to her because of me…

Wait. Why the fuck have I started walking again? Despite my weak reservations, my feet continue barreling in the direction of Silver’s giggling.

The wrong head is calling the shots, and I can’t regain control over myself.

Reaching the door brings another hurdle to overcome. A crack wide enough for me to see inside. Do I look? Could I stop myself?

No to both, but the latter and the ever-swelling flames in my gut lead me closer. Closer. Until I finally see her.

Bent over, with her long, silky smooth, milky thighs in plain view. Already stripped of her shirt and jeans, all that’s left is a strip of matching black panties that runs down her ass and hides her pink slit.

I’m fucking enamored by it. If one look at her tits was enough to drive me crazy, seeing the rest of her exquisite body is going to leave me certified insane. For one look, one taste, I’ll give up my mind in a heartbeat.

I catch a rumble trying to escape my throat and still it by clenching my fists so tight my nails dig into my palm. I’m not ready to let her know I’m here. Not yet, while I take in this incredible view.

When she stands and reaches for her dark blue gym leggings, it’s time to make my move.

Turn away and run , the last sane thought crosses my mind. It’s the right thing to do, but I have a bad habit of making the wrong decisions.

I push the door open, and with a hop and a squeal, Silver turns to me, hoisting her leggings in front of her chest to cover her now-bare breasts. The momentary shock of my arrival is quickly replaced by a devious grin and a teasingly slow lowering of the garment.

“Naughty boy.” Lust drips heavily on her words. I’d reply if I could find any words. But this turned out better than I expected. My eyes are glued to her tits, and my mind is in a swirl of emotions I haven’t felt in decades. “I told you I was gonna change.”

I’ve been thinking about this all wrong.

Not once has Silver treated me like the monster I am. Raised her torch or pitchfork to chase me away from this place. She’s only shown me hospitable kindness and the warmth of a stranger’s good graces.

So, to hell with the consequences. Anyone brave enough to put a target on Silver’s back will have to go through me. And God help the poor souls who suffer the full extent of my wrath.

“Exactly.” I approach her cautiously, challenging myself to meet her eyes and failing as her chest bounces with every breath she draws. “The image in my mind couldn’t live up to the real thing. And I’d hate myself in the morning if I missed my opportunity.”

“For what?” Silver drops her leggings at her feet and shifts her arms to her sides. Her sultry tone has changed almost nervously. Eager to see where I plan on taking this.

Unluckily for the both of us, I haven’t thought that far. Peering through a crack in the door and standing face-to-face with this beauty are worlds apart.

Well, my second head brought me this far, better let it do the thinking from here.

“This.” I take three long strides to reach her before I wrap a hand around her neck. No more words, just actions.

With my new grip on Silver, I pull her closer until her warm breath caresses my lips.

Our mouths meet in a ferocious embrace. Tongues bash through our lips and dance across one another as primal noises bellow out from deep inside my chest.

Silver’s hands dance over the front of my chest. Her fingers find every groove of my muscular abdomen, tracing lines as they descend further. My hands aren’t far behind. The one holding her neck sinks down her back, caressing every inch of her bare skin.

I don’t have the same self-control she does. Slow and tactful isn’t part of my handbook, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’ve got a firm grip on her ass cheeks.

“Fucking amazing,” I manage to get out in a moment when Silver catches her breath from the kiss.

“Smooth talker, huh?” she teases before she drives forward again, and her hands finally meet my belt.

Our mouths lock again as she unbuckles it and pulls it painfully slow through the belt loops. She discards it at our feet before working the top button of my trousers.

My hands are too busy feeling her ass and playing with tearing at the cotton panties to stop her. Not that I really want to, but I’m not going to take advantage of this pretty little thing inside an office in the backroom of her diner. This is all about Silver. Blowing her mind and leaving her a puddle, begging for more until the end of time.

As my pants drop to meet my belt, I plan on making it known.

“Now, who’s naughty?” I break our kiss and take a step back.

Silver’s eyes instantly drop to my meaty erection, teasing the limits of my dark gray boxers.

“Holy shit.” Her mouth is parted in awe at the sight, and my desperation wishes she was on her knees and ready to receive it. “That thing’s going to break me in half.”

“It will, but not tonight.”

Her brow scrunches up in confusion and slight annoyance, but I don’t give her long to brood. I grab her by the shoulders and spin her around until she’s facing an old single-seater recliner in the corner. Her gym bag and the rest of her clothes are on top of it, but she flings them to the floor as I nudge her toward it.

“On your knees. Stick your ass out. I want to see it,” I order, and Silver does as instructed.

She moves slowly, pressing one knee into the cushion, then the next, before parting her legs and arching her back to stick her ass out.

“Like this?” She faces me over her shoulder, just in time to see me collapse to the floor to truly worship her stunning attributes.

I nod because all words escape me.

I slide my hands up her calves, then her thighs, and finally get a grip on the waistband of her panties. A small wet spot stains the thin fabric.

I tear the tiny strip of material and shove it into my pocket. I’d have loved to shove them in my mouth, but why waste an opportunity to drink straight from her source?

“Like what you see?” Silver asks. With another haphazard giggle, she shakes her ass in my face.

Fucking love. Need it. Can’t live without it.

For someone so tiny, Silver’s ass is a plump, round peach that holds my attention far longer than I’d have liked. So long, in fact, that I nearly topple over when my eyes finally trail down to the pink wetness below it.

“It’s perfect.” I move my hands back along her legs until I settle them on her ass. With a squeeze, I part her cheeks, and the motion spreads her lips. And, like in the bar, I salivate at the sight.

So close now, I just need to stick my tongue out and take her. Rattle the very foundation she stands on. Shatter her mind the way she’s done to me. Claim her as mine.

No more thoughts, just actions.

I dart my head forward until the flat pad of my tongue connects with Silver’s thighs. Shit, maybe the Old Buck did hit me harder than I thought. I was aiming for her pussy. My mistake doesn’t stop me from lapping at every inch of her soaked flesh, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her womanly aroma while quenching my thirst on her sweet nectar.

Silver instantly lunges forward, and a loud squeal tears from her lips. Her fists clench against the leather back of the recliner, and it mimics her sounds.

I move my head across her inner thighs, kissing and licking her flushed skin.

This is it. The moment I’ve been waiting for, and it feels like Christmas morning. The tip of my tongue finds its way against her folds, sinking until it connects with the swollen bead of her clitoris.

“Ah, fuck,” Silver groans above me, and she starts shifting her hips in a rhythmic motion toward my mouth.

My tongue dances over her clit, up her pussy lips, and to her hole. I sharpen the tip from the flat pad and slide it inside her, and she can’t contain her frantic moans and unsteady breathing.

“So fucking good,” she mutters, bucking her hips more feverishly toward me. “I’m gonna?—”

She doesn’t finish the sentence, instead erupting into a mess of choked moans and rattling limbs, her liquids spilling into my mouth.

I lap at every drop. It would be a sin to let any of it go to waste, and it inspires more jolted spasms from Silver.

When I finally manage to get a hold of myself, Silver turns to me over her shoulder again. Her cheeks are glowing a bright shade of red, and she’s wearing a smile that stretches on for miles.

“Your turn,” she pants, spinning around in the recliner.

I hate to see her ass go, but getting another glimpse of the perfect orbs hanging from her chest is a wonderful consolation.

Pressing my palm to her cheek to hold her in place as I fling my face back to hers, I lose myself in another kiss. Partly to give her a taste of what she so generously allowed me to fill up on, but mostly because I can’t get enough of this woman.

“Sure,” I say and part from our kiss. “But not tonight. Not here. I’d rather wait until we’re a little more comfortable to break this little body of yours.”

She giggles at the comment and rolls her eyes as she snakes her way off the recliner. “Is that so?” She crawls her way onto my lap. Her still-soaked thighs meet my aching cock, and she groans as she wriggles her hips against it.

“It kills me to say it, but yes.” Feeble words leave my devastated mouth.

One-night stands are one thing, but I don’t want to have one with Silver. If I’m going to do this, it’ll be done right. By the imaginary book of How To Be A Gentleman , so she knows I’m not just in it for a fling.

Her lower lip juts out in a pout, and she crosses her arms over her chest. “That’s not fair. I want it, and I want it now.” Her playful tantrum doesn’t extend to her eyes, making me sigh in relief.

I won’t be able to hold myself back any longer if she truly insists on taking what she wants right here, right now.

After another kiss and a few more minutes of Silver grinding against me, she stands up and prepares the recliner to use as a bed. I strip down to my boxers, and Silver doesn’t bother dressing more than her sports bra before we crumble into the chair together.

How the hell did I get here?

One minute, I’m trying to escape from the nightmare of my life, and the next, I’m in the arms of an angel who makes me believe everything will be okay.

But I’m not one to decline the miracles of life, and as I hold her soft body against mine, I realize this might be the biggest one so far.