Page 72 of Savage Hearts

I pulled her to my chest, and she stiffened slightly when I slid the dress up a little and kneaded her ass cheeks with both hands.

She squirmed against me. “What are you doing?”

I didn’t answer her. I kneaded a little harder, and she tried to get away from my grip.

I didn’t let her go. When my hand moved into her crease and found her tight little hole, I let one finger move inside.

She clenched around me.

“Maverick.”

She turned her face to the side and stayed close to my chest.

I thrust the finger in and out of her at a slow, even tempo before pulling out.

“Let’s go,” I said, and I walked out the door, smiling a little.

“What the fuck?” I heard her muttering to herself as I reached the stairs.

I smiled slightly and waited for her to catch up.

My baby doll looked disgruntled, and she was yanking on the hem of the dress, as if that would make it longer.

All it did was drag the neckline down even more, and I caught a hint of her nipple peeking out.

I slapped her ass as she passed, not hard enough to be painful, but hard enough to get her attention. She gasped in outrage.

“Don’t pull the dress down. Not unless you want people to see your tits. And I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I’d gouge out the eyeballs of any man who has the misfortune of seeing them.”

“Then let me wear a longer dress. Or, hell, panties.”

I shook my head. “Not the way this works. You wear what I pick out.”

She opened her mouth, but I’d already spent enough time on the subject.

I grabbed her hand and led her out the door, where Marcus stood by the waiting car, a brown paper bag in his hand.

He nodded toward me and kept his eyes away from Mila as I directed her into the car. I grabbed the paper bag from him, climbed in after her, and closed the door behind me, encasing us in silence.

She shifted in her seat a little, and I could feel my cock hardening again at the thought of her wet pussy touching the expensive leather seats.

I handed her the bag.

She frowned at me, flinching at the bag as if it contained some sort of bomb. “What’s this?”

“Breakfast,” I replied, as Marcus got in and started the car. Mila opened the bag and took out a breakfast burrito. The car took off for Tiernan Enterprise, our business building located in the heart of Chicago.

This building drove the legitimate side of our business. It was a shipping company that imported and exported goods in and out of the country using the Chicago River eventually leading out to the Gulf of Mexico.

Our ships had been hit with one inspection over the next, and still, law enforcement hadn’t been able to find anything.

We were damn careful, and it helped to have an inside man.

One of the many reasons why the FBI still hadn’t been able to pin anything on us.

I looked out the side window when the car slowed, and found a row of cars ahead.

Traffic in Chicago was becoming somewhat of a problem, but luckily for me, I’d brought the perfect toy to play with to pass the time.

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