Page 14 of Her Michigan Mob Boss

“How is it?”

“Perfect. I love orange blossom.”

Ah, that’s what the scent was. I’d recognized it but would never have been able to name it.

“I wouldn’t have had you down as a lover of bubble bath, though.” She cracked an eye open to peer at me.

I wondered if that was her subtle way of probing me for information about my love life.

“It’s my sister’s. She stays here sometimes.” I felt the need to reassure her, so I added, “No other woman has ever been here.”

“Really?” Now both of Annie’s stunning blue eyes were fixed on me as she searched my face for evidence of a lie.

“Well, apart from my sister and my cleaner, that is.”

Annie smiled, obviously pleased by my response, before closing her eyes once more. Beneath the bubbles, her chest rose and fell as she breathed in a slow, steady rhythm. Her face was serene, the very picture of relaxation. I envied her the ability to let her guard down so easily. Obviously, she’d had a very different life than mine. She didn’t have to be wary of most of the people around her. There was nobody plotting to topple her throne. For a moment, I considered whether I should tell her I’d changed my mind about spending the day with her. I should let her go before I got any more attached. But I couldn’t say goodbye. Not yet.

Removing my watch, because I didn’t intend to test its claims to be waterproof, I grabbed a washcloth and dipped it into the fragrant water. I ran it slowly across Annie’s body, from one shoulder to the other, skimming over the thin skin covering her collarbone.

“Hmm,” she murmured, “that’s nice.”

I lingered for a moment on the faded scar on her shoulder. The injury that caused it must have been a nasty one. “What happened here?”

She opened her eyes and glanced at the jagged mark. “Oh, that happened when I was thirteen. I was biking through the woods with friends and hit a stone. I went over the handlebars and somehow ended up impaled on a sharp stick.” She shuddered. “I can still feel it now.”

“Jesus! I can’t imagine.”

“You’ve never been in an accident?”

“Nothing beyond a few cuts and bruises.” Considering my line of business, I was extremely lucky never to have been badly injured. Both my brothers had been badly hurt. Sean, the next oldest after me, had been stabbed twice and shot once. Will, our youngest sibling, was slashed across his chest a few years ago by a debtor unwilling to pay what he owed. It was an occupational hazard I would hopefully continue to avoid. “Now, relax and let me take care of you.”

Annie closed her eyes. A smile curved her lips as I moved the cloth lower to wash her plump breasts. Her pretty pink nipple poked out from the milky-white bubbles and peaked beneath my touch. As I dragged the cloth down over her abdomen, Annie wiggled restlessly, making ripples in the water. I knew what she wanted, but she would have to wait.

I carefully washed her left leg, going all the way down to the tips of her toes, and then worked my way back up the right. When I reached the apex of her thighs, Annie looked up at me.

“Ciaran.” My name was a plea on her lips.

Discarding the cloth, I parted her thighs and drew my fingers along her slit. She lifted her hips, molding herself against my palm as I cupped her feminine mound.

“Are you sore?” I asked.

“A little.” As I withdrew my hand, intending to leave her alone until she recovered, she grabbed my wrist. “But nottoosore.”

She dragged my hand back between her legs.

Fuck! This woman was incredible. She wasn’t afraid to let me know exactly what she wanted. That didn’t mean I was going to let her dictate how things would be.

“Play with your breasts,” I instructed. “I want both those nipples nice and hard.”

Annie sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, a sign of uncertainty, but she cupped her breasts for me anyway, arching her back to lift them from the water so I could see what she was doing. She kneaded her delicate flesh and made circles around her nipples with her forefingers, gradually drawing them up into taut peaks.

As she moaned with pleasure, I pushed two fingers inside her and curled them toward me, searching for that sweet spot that would drive her wild. When she sucked in a sharp breath, I knew I’d found it.

“Fuck yourself on my fingers, sweetheart. I want you to get yourself off.”

Flicking her tongue out to wet her lips, Annie looked me dead in the eyes as she ground her hips against my hand, pushing my fingers deeper into her tight channel. She felt incredible, and I wondered absently what it would be like to fuck her ass.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” I dragged my mind back to the present. “Take what you need.”

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