Page 37 of Kingpin

I nodded. “Mhm. For all you know, I had planned on doing it. I simply couldn’t find the right time.”

“Like you said, how many meals have we shared that you’ve prepared yourself?”

I smiled. “Details.”

His hands slid around to my outer thighs. “Glad you don’t get hung up on those, then.”

I gripped his hair tighter. “Do you like this, Israel?”

“Like what?”

“Having your woman hover above you like a predator?”

“Who said you were the predator?”

“I did.”

“And you simply saying it makes it so?”

I forced his head closer to mine. “Looks like I’m the one in control. So, yes. Me simply saying it makes it so.”

He growled softly. “Have you ever heard the term ‘guerilla warfare’?”

I blinked. “No.”

“Wonderful.”

I somehow ended up on my back against his desk, pinned down by his hands as his growing cock pressed against my swollen entrance.

The reversal made me gasp.

“Israel.”

He chuckled. “Never assume your position simply because of your, well, position.”

I drew in a shuddering breath. “Did you like your lunch?”

“I’m about to enjoy my dessert more.”

I felt my cheeks flush. “Take whatever you want.”

His eyes darkened. “Those are dangerous words with a man like me.”

“Then it just makes me mean them all the more.”

His face approached mine. “Under one condition.”

“Anything.”

“I have one question for you, and I want you to answer honestly.”

“What’s your question?”

His eyes danced between mine. “I know enough to know Pava Moretti never worked in a butcher shop.”

I blinked. “What?”

He ground his pelvis against mine. “The butcher shop you grew up in. I know you were telling the truth about that story. But Pava Moretti wouldn’t touch something like that. Now that I know your real name, I know you’re not his daughter. So, who are you?”

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