Page 29 of Her Michigan Mob Boss

“Well, you can be stern.”

Ciaran arched an eyebrow. “When have I been stern with you?”

He had to be kidding. “When you warned me off Danny. When you spanked me. You were stern at dinner when you told me to drop the subject of my American relatives.” I almost laughed at the puzzled expression on his face. “You don’t think you were stern then?”

“Not particularly.”

“Then I hope I never see you when you are stern.”

Ciaran put a hand beneath my chin and tilted my face up to him. “Don’t give me a reason to be stern with you.”

“Well.” I moved closer to him. “You can be a little stern with me.”

“In that case, Ms. Calder, turn around.”

I did as he asked, giving him my back. His knuckles trailed down my spine as he slowly unzipped my dress. He slipped it off my shoulders and tugged it over my hips, letting it fall to the floor. Then he unclasped my bra. As it hit the floor on top of my dress, my skin tingled with anticipation. There was something incredibly arousing about being undressed by such a powerful man.

When he slid his hands down to my panties, I expected him to remove those as well. He didn’t. Instead, he bunched the silk in his hands, pulling the fabric tight. The friction as he rubbed the panties against my pussy started a pulsing sensation between my legs. My clit throbbed as he teased me. I dropped my head back against his solid chest, my heart beating rapidly as my arousal grew. Then, as suddenly as he’d begun the sensual onslaught, he stopped. A disappointed whine slipped from my throat.

Ciaran spun me around and kissed me. His lips were punishing, his tongue ruthless as it pushed into my mouth to take possession. There was nothing tender in it. This was about dominance, and I submitted to it all too easily, clinging to his shoulders as he demonstrated who was in control.

When he pulled back, my lips were bruised, my legs trembling.

“Sit at the edge of the bed,” Ciaran commanded.

I did as he asked, sitting on the bed, my knees pressed together as he stripped off his clothes. It occurred to me that, despite the fact we’d fucked, I hadn’t yet seen him naked. Settling back on my elbows, I enjoyed the show. He stripped his shirt off to reveal his muscular torso in all its glory. He had a single tattoo, a shamrock strategically placed over his heart.

After kicking off his shoes, he removed his socks and unbuckled the belt of his pants. He took his sweet time drawing down his zip and then sliding his pants and boxer shorts down his legs. When he straightened, I blew out a breath. I knew already his cock was an impressive size. I’d had it in my mouth and my pussy, but seeing it like this damned near made my eyes water. Sensing my interest, Ciaran smirked.

“See something you want, sweetheart?”

“Yes.”

He stepped closer. “Tell me.”

I swallowed as I steeled myself. No man had encouraged me to ask for what I wanted from him before.

“I want your cock.”

Ciaran reached out and curved a hand around my cheek. “No need to be shy, sweetheart. You can have it, but I want a taste of something sweet first.” Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed the piece of cake off the plate. He took a bite and groaned with delight before scooping a blob of frosting onto his finger and holding it to my mouth.

Obediently parting my lips, I grabbed his wrist as I sucked the creamy vanilla frosting from his finger. “Mmm, delicious,” I murmured.

“I can think of something that tastes better.” Ciaran gathered more frosting on his fingers and set the plate aside. “Be a good girl and lie back for me.”

Whatever he had in mind, there was no way I was going to say no to it. I flopped back on the bed as Ciaran looked down at me, a searing heat in his gaze. He smeared frosting across my breasts. Caging me with his arms, he lowered his head and kissed me. His touch was tender. He dragged his lips slowly down to my breasts. He lapped up the frosting from my skin, then drew my nipple into his mouth. I yelped as he nipped me with his teeth. He kissed the pain away, then dropped to his knees on the floor.

Putting his hands on my thighs, he spread my legs apart. Without warning, he dived right in. My back arched off the bed as he swiped his tongue over the sensitive flesh of my pussy. I grabbed a fistful of the sheets beneath me, needing something to cling to as he lapped and sucked, feasting on me like I was his last meal. He flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit and I trembled as tension coiled inside me. There was something about this man. The merest touch sent me hurtling toward an orgasm.

Ciaran wrapped his lips around my swollen clit and sucked hard. My hips lifted off the bed, but he splayed a hand across my abdomen to hold me down. My clitoris throbbed and pleasure rippled through me.

“Ciaran!” I cried out as I came. It wasn’t one of those earth-shattering climaxes, but it left me with a strange warmth deep inside, a sense of completion.

As Ciaran got to his feet, the glint in his eye assured me he was nowhere near done with me yet. He took my hand and pulled me up from the bed. Kissing me with a fervor that left me breathless, he backed me up against the wall. He broke our kiss and looked down at me, eyes dark with barely leashed lust.

“I’m clean. Do I need a condom?”

I shook my head. “I’m protected.” Despite my lackluster love life in recent months, I’d continued to use birth control.

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