Page 6 of His Dangerous Secret

Her eyes move, and I realize I haven’t said a damn thing. I’ve just been standing here staring at her like an idiot.

Say something!

“Well, you know.” I shrug. “Nothing else to do today.”

Yeah, that was stupid, but I can’t let on just how badly I want her. If I do, it will be an admission that will lead to action and an action that will destroy us both.

“Is that right?” As she rises to her feet, her breasts bounce, and I bite my lip to stifle a groan of desperate desire. Never in my life have I wanted a woman so badly. “So it wasn’t that you wanted to see me?”

“Don’t, Ava. Don’t start.”

Please don’t start, because then I’ll have to finish.

“Start what?” she asks, moving to the bar in the corner. She turns her back to me as she pours herself a drink, putting her juicy ass on full display. She’s wearing some kind of tanning oil, and it’s causing her body to gleam in the sun and me to salivate at the same time.

This is what it’s like to be completely possessed by a woman. Christ, what it would be like to wake up beside her every morning? I’d be the luckiest goddamn man in the world.

“Care for a drink?” she asks, turning back to me. I can’t keep my eyes from moving up her body, from her dainty feet to her wide hips to her breasts and perfect face. There’s a tiny triangle of hair on her mound, basically pointing straight down to what she knows I want.

It’s such perfection that I have to look away.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I tell her.

“Suit yourself.”

She knows exactly what’s going on. And so do I, even if I’m pretending not to.

Why am I holding back? I’ve never been a coward; I have always gone for what I wanted, regardless of the consequences. But now, when I see a woman I want more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life, I’m afraid to make a move?

My father…

I want to break something.

They say a man only becomes a man when his father is dead. But my father, the cruel kingpin, will live a long time. I’m sure of that.

My eyes follow Ava’s feet, perfectly manicured, as she makes her way back to the chaise longue. She takes her place like a supermodel, and I snap a mental image in my mind to keep for later when I’m alone.

“So you’re just going to stand there all day?” she asks. “Come and sit with me. Get some sun. Do you play cards?

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4

Riggs

“Cards?” I ask as I tentatively make my way across the bedroom to her.

“Poker. Blackjack. Gin rummy.” She smiles as she grabs a deck and begins to shuffle. “I’d suggest we play strip poker, but…” She gestures to her nude body and shrugs. “But I think you’d have already won.”

“Do you have to do that, Ava?” I ask as I awkwardly sit several feet away from her. My cock doesn’t make it easy. I feel the pre-cum spilling out into my boxers. I’m beyond ready for action – I’m dying for it.

“What? Big mafia man can’t take a little teasing?”

“I’m not a mafia man, Ava,” I correct her sternly. “That’s my father. Not me.”

“Oh? So what are you, then?”

For some reason, her question stings. Is she doing this on purpose? Living in my father’s shadow has been the main source of pain in my life, but no matter how I try to get away from him, he always finds a way to pull me back in.

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