Page 17 of Mob Star

“I am selfish. I’m the definition of selfish to even consider wanting you. I’m selfish to ask you to be part of this.”

“You said you’d lie about who you’re with.”

“I will never be unfaithful to you. I will not sleep with someone to get what I want. Not you. Not anyone else. But I do business in some pretty shady places, and they often involve half or completely naked women. They are not who I’m there to see. They are not who I’ll be looking at. I don’t go to strip clubs for the shows. Besides, there would be a line eleven deep of family members to castrate me if I did something so disgraceful as to cheat.”

She shifts to straddle me, so we can look at each other more easily.

“Can I break up with you and walk away whenever I want?”

“Always. No matter what type of relationship it is. How casual or serious it is. No cement shoes. No sleeping with the fishies. No hits put on you. None of that. I told you. I’m not Al Capone or Bugsy Segal. I’m not Hollywood mob.”

“You definitely are not that. Can I tell you what I think?”

“Always. I want to know.”

“I think you are a man who makes me feel special. You say I’m beautiful, and I appreciate it. I don’t see myself that way, so it feels good for a man as hot as you to think that about me. I?—”

“Wait. I get you might not see yourself the way I see you. But does it surprise you that I think you’re good enough for me?”

“Maybe not you, but the rest of the world will think our attractiveness is unbalanced.”

“Thea, you have to be kidding. I don’t see myself the way you do me. But no one in their right mind would think I’m more attractive than you. You’re stunning.” I pull her hips toward mine. “You have to have felt that since the moment you sat down. I want you, Thea. I want to fuck you, and I have since the moment I saw you. I want to be inside you. I want to taste you. I want all the things we can think of. I’m attracted to you physically, but I want you to know it’s more than that.”

“You have. You’ve been clear about what attracts you to me. I appreciate that. It’s more than superficial. But it still feels good to know you also want me because you think I’m pretty.”

“Stunning. A kid’s doll can be pretty. You take my breath away.”

Her smile is soft, almost self-conscious. It’s sweet. It’s enticing. But I won’t rush her. I know I said I would control things, but she has to come to me. I never want her to feel forced or trapped.

“Finn, may I kiss you?”

“You never have to ask, little one.”

She leans forward and tilts her head. Our lips brush, and the surge of lust that shoots to my dick makes it throb. She feels it and presses her hips forward. I swallow my groan. My hand cups her neck while the other grips her hip. Together, we move her hips to rub against me. The moment she parts her lips, I plunge my tongue into her mouth. Sweet Baby J. She’s sucking lightly on my tongue, and she knows exactly what it’s doing to me. Fecking hell. I’m going to come in my pants if this keeps going. But I don’t want to stop her.

The kiss keeps going, and it’s getting more heated by the second. My cock’s telling me to lay her on the sofa, strip off her pants and panties, and feast on her pussy then thrust until I explode inside her. My mind is telling me to slow down. Neither is communicating with the other. I settle for both hands on her arse, pressing her against my cock but not letting her rock.

“Finn.” She sighs my name as we come up for air.

“I’ve never had a kiss like that before.” I didn’t mean to blurt that out.

“Like what?”

“Like nothing else in the world exists but us. Like I’m floating out of my body, looking down on us and wondering how the feck I got so lucky. Like I want to keep doing that until we’re too tired to keep going. Then I want to do it some more.”

Well, fuck. Why not confess every fecking thing? I may as well tell her it wasn’t Sean who broke my parents’ wedding flute when I decided to see if I could drain a glass of beer without holding it. Yeah, I let my baby brother take the fall for that, and he never ratted me out. My parents still think it was him.

“I’ve never had a kiss like that, either.”

“Yeah?”

“That didn’t feel like a first kiss. Like— it was so natural. Like we’ve been doing this for longer than a few seconds. But it was definitely more momentous than any other first— any —kiss at all.”

I lean in for another one, this time taking control from the beginning. Her hand tunnels through my hair as the other grips a handful of my shirt. I roll us, so she’s beneath me.

“I won’t take this any further. My brothers and cousins have the code to this office. There are other people here. And I’m not having our first truly intimate encounter be in a bar. But I want to. I want all of you.”

She flexes her hips and grins.

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