Page 38 of Mafia and Gold Digger

And I like her caged between my arms too much to let her go…

Her eyes track my hand as I lift it lazily to her face.

Placing my finger under her chin, I tilt her head up to me. And I let my gaze drop to her lips for a few long moments.

Her breath hitches.

My free hand caresses down her bare arm before skimming down to the dip of her waist.

My head bends down to her throat. “I like your gold dress,” I breathe into the shell of her ear as I stroke her hip.

She let out a rushed breath, her pupils dilating in their pools of green. “It’s not gold. It’s calledBronze Breeze,” she exhales.

I push my hand through her hair, not caring that I’m mussing it up. My eyes rake slowly over her heavy breasts heaving under the metallic fabric, moving down to where her dress stops to reveal her bare, shapely thighs.

And lowering my mouth to hers, I slam my lips against hers.

Her hands push against my chest for a few seconds, but as I coax her mouth, she yields to me, meeting my tongue with eager strokes of her own.

My kisses are demanding and aggressive. I knead her heavy breasts, molding them in my hold and enjoying the feel of her nipples hardening under the thin fabric as she arches her back, throwing her head against the wall and pushing her tits into my large hands.

I can’t wait to latch my mouth onto her nipples and pull at the hard tips with my lips to make them lengthen.

My tongue caresses along the shell of her ear down to her neck, and she moans as my mouth connects with the base of her throat and nuzzles her.

She shivers as I run my hands down her back and over her ass. And as she squirms against me, I feel her skirt riding up her thighs.

I’m so fucking hard for her. My hands seize the hem of her dress and push under it, making it bunch up around her waist.

Grabbing her ass cheeks, I grind her body into my cock, letting her feel my need for her and making her moan as it rubs against her clit.

My fingers trace the pattern of her lacy thong, itching to rip it off before I sink to my knees in between her thighs.

But first I have to do what I planned to do all along…

I snake my fingers over her exposed ass cheeks and over the small of her back.

“Bingo,” I growl into her ear as my fingers close around what I’m looking for.

Her eyes fly open. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t think people have a security tag on a dress they paid for,” I rumble.

“A what?” she says, trying to act dumb.

“The plastic tag on your dress that you’re trying to hide. How did you get it out of the store without setting the alarm off?”

“I have my ways,” she mutters before realizing what she’s just said.

“So, you’re admitting to being a thief?”

“What’s it to you, Valentino?” She tugs down her dress and dips under my arm to make her escape.

But I move my arm to bar her way. I’m not finished with her yet…

CHAPTERNINE

EMERALD

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