Page 85 of The Underboss's Secret Twins

Then he leans in, brushing his lips against mine, making sure I taste myself on his tongue.

And just as I start to melt into him, just as my hands clutch at his shoulders, desperate to pull him closer?—

He pulls back.

And grins.

"Now," he says, voice low and taunting, "are you ready to beg me to fuck you?"

Fuck it. If this is the end, I’m going out all guns blazing.

Before he can taunt me again, before he can push me into another breathless, trembling mess, I move.

I push against his chest, using his own weight against him, flipping us until he’s the one beneath me, his back hitting the mattress as he utters a sharp exhale.

His smirk is lazy, cocky, but his eyes are burning, watching me like I’m his next sin. Like he’s waiting to see what I’ll do next.

I don’t make him wait long.

"Think you can just tease me and get away with it?" I murmur, dragging my nails down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense under my touch.

His smirk widens, dark amusement flashing in his gaze. "I think you like when I tease you."

I hum, leaning down, my lips grazing the sharp edge of his jaw. "Maybe." I nip at his skin, my teeth sinking in just enough to make him grunt, his hands twitching at his sides. "But I think you’re going to like this more."

His breath catches as I slide lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down his throat, over the ridges of his collarbone, down the center of his chest.

I take my time, dragging my tongue over his skin, tasting him, savoring the way his abs tighten when I dip lower, my nails raking over his obliques, over the thick muscles flexing beneath me.

His hands move—like he wants to grab me, guide me—but I pin them down, pressing them into the mattress beside him.

His brow lifts, amusement flickering. "Oh? You think you’re in charge now,dolcezza?"

I smile sweetly, pressing a lingering kiss just above his waistband.

"Shut up and find out."

Then I reach behind me, grabbing the small tin of cooling mints I left on the nightstand.

His eyes flick to the tin, then back to me, something dangerous sparking in his gaze.

"Sofia," he warns, voice lower now, rougher.

I don’t listen.

I pop one onto my tongue, letting it melt, the icy burn spreading through my mouth, cooling my lips, my tongue, my breath.

Then I drag my mouth down his stomach, lower, lower?—

And lick the length of him.

His reaction is instant.

A snarl, sharp and guttural, his body jerking, hands fisting the sheets as my icy-hot tongue glides over him, the contrast between my heat and the lingering chill from the mint making him shudder.

"Christ," he grits out, his control slipping, his head tipping back as I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock and suck.

I hollow my cheeks, taking him deep, letting the cool tingle spread over every inch of him, every slick stroke of my tongue driving him insane.