Page 301 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

A most inconvenient time.

But when is anything about my life simple?

“Dammit,” she mutters, looking around with a huff. She grabs the paper towels from the counter and sinks to her knees to mop up the runny mess coating my floor.

“Here, let me. I dropped them. You shouldn’t have to clean it up.”

She gazes up at me, a tiny smile playing at her lips. “Well, you’re paying me, right? Iamyour employee.”

Good Christ.

My mind and my dick immediately jumps to the thought of what else can I get her to do for cash?

I press my fingertips to my temples, forcing out the thoughts before they percolate for too long. I’ve got serious issues right now.

Sex with Marchella is one I don’t need right now.

It would be wrong on so many levels.

But despite that knowledge, I can’t tear my eyes away from her on the floor, the way her bare thighs tighten as she wipes up the eggs, the way the hem of the t-shirt rides up giving me the tiniest glimpse of…

No.

My dick jumps.

No fucking panties.

Thank you, God…

Tiny hairs on the back of my neck prickle as I sink down to the tile and reach out to grab the paper towels. Her back is turned toward me as she stretches over to clean up a stray piece of shell. The t-shirt lifts and the curves of her ass peek out at me, taunting me, tempting me to reach out and grasp them. I want so badly to dig my fingertips into her flesh, to sink my teeth into it, to drive my palm against it as she wiggles and writhes in my arms.

She should be punished for flashing that perfect ass at me…

And suddenly, a flaming pain shoots up to my skull as she gets up, her back crashing into my nose. I tumble backward against the cabinets, my hand flying up to my face and I let out loud groan.

“Oh my God!” she says, crawling over to me. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were behind me!”

“It’s okay,” I grumble. The intense pain explodes between my temples. Okay, so clearly that was karma getting me back for lusting after her ass.

I’d better watch myself with this one, or I might end up in traction before our time is through.

“Let me see,” she says in a soft voice, slowly peeling my hand away from my nose. Her face is so close to mine that her breath flutters against my cheek like feathers. “It’s not bleeding.” She grins. “I think you’ll live.”

“Good,” I say, dragging one of my hands down the side of her face. I don’t know it escaped my control, but it’s calling the shots now.

And I’m powerless to stop it.

Marchella’s eyes widen slightly, and more so when my fingertips trace a path down the slope of her neck, dragging the neckline of the t-shirt with them as they clear a path south.

She doesn’t stop me, though.

And her eyes are glued to mine, searching for a reason to push me away, to ignore the spark of electricity between us.

I know. I’m searching for the same things.

But both of us come up empty because here we still are, immersed in each other and buried in this twisted little bubble of forbidden desire that I’ve re-created, so many years later.

I close my fingers around her arm and pull her toward me. She leans forward, still on her knees. Her lips are so close to mine, like a scrumptious meal that is just within reach of my palette.

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