Page 60 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“Look. I’m gonna say this first as your friend: any man who would make you feel like you were something to be dealt with, to be put up with because you had a rough past, is a dick stain not even remotely worthy of your time. Right?”
He snorts and nods as another tear tracks down his face.
“Let me ask you this: am I an asshole to you?”
He shakes his head quickly.
“That’s right. I am not an asshole. Now, some men can be nice in certain ways and assholes in others, but…do you know why I sleep with all my escorts? Or why Ihadbeen sleeping with all my escorts up until a few months ago?”
His head snaps up. “You’re really not sleeping with your escorts anymore?”
I shake my head. “Casual sex is fine, but once my heart belongs to somebody, my body shuts down.”
“And your heart belongs to somebody?”
I raise my brows. He wraps my coat around him a little tighter. Then points to himself, mouthingme?
I nod.
His shy smile grows, and he shimmies a little in his seat.
“When my heart is involved, the very last thing I am is an asshole. In fact, once my heart gets going, I don’t only want you at your best. I want you at your worst too. I want all of it. Every ugly detail. All of it.”
Ford rubs the side of his neck, swallowing thickly. I continue, “You never need to work it out with somebody else to be more acceptable to me. You are already acceptable to me exactly as you are. Actually, that’s an understatement. You’re not acceptable, Ford. You’reeverything. Maybe that’s intense, and you don’t have to feel the same way I feel—”
He cuts me off with his mouth on mine.
“You don’t have to do that if you don’t—”
“Shut up,” he whispers, kissing me harder.
I meet his intensity, nearly drowning in his urgent grunts and unsure hands. I slip a little tongue in the mix, and he groans, squeezing my thigh, his fingers brushing my cock.
Surrounding him with my arms, I pull him back onto my lap and plunder his mouth. I don’t want this to stop. I want to kiss him until I die of dehydration and malnourishment. He rolls his hips, desperate little moans escaping his lips. My world tilts on its axis.
I wonder if he just needed permission to be messy like the rest of us.
Ford pulls back, breathing heavily, his pretty lips reddened and shiny with spit.
“It might take me a while to get to everything with you. And there may be some things I might not ever be able to do. I don’t know if that’s okay.”
I stroke his beautiful face, entranced by his jewel-toned eyes. “You mean there are things that youwantto do with me?”
The red goes up to his ears and down his neck.
“Really?” I ask, my hands landing on his hips. “Is this okay?”
He grins and sniffles, shifting on my lap.
“Do you feel comfortable telling me what youwouldlike to do with me?”
His hands go to his face, and he thunks his forehead against my shoulder.
“Whoa. This must be good.”
“Iwantyoutotouchme,” he whispers, his voice airy and breathless as he strings together the words.
I understand him, but I need him to hear himself say the words.
