Page 71 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
I’ve known this entire time that Ford and I weren’t only in the middle of some complex, extended flirtation. I told him that all of this comes with feelings, but I may have undersold how deep those feelings run.
Before last night I would’ve died for him, killed for him, anything to keep him safe. Today, I would live for him, change for him, do everything I can to make him feel confident in himself.
It’s the emotion I’ve protected myself from for years, keeping all of my exploits surface level, rarely sleeping with someone who wasn’t being paid to do a job.
It was fun. Hell, I enjoyed it while it lasted.
But the idea of touching another person after seeing the joy on Ford’s face…impossible. I can’t even imagine another person in that way.
I replay the night I met him. I put my hands on him, and he said no. Nobody says no, not to me. The mobster in me took it as a challenge, and I wanted to pursue him, to turn his no into a yes. But Ford is not someone to be slept with once and then left behind.
He’s meant to be treasured, and I was born to treasure him.
Ford doesn’t know it, but this man who hurt him? His life is forfeit. He is the walking dead, and I will go to any corner of the world to make it happen. Modern man will be nowhere in sight when I get my hands on that prick.
Having finished my morning routine, I walk back into the room, my cock already swinging heavily between my thighs as I approach the very coy, very nude man on his gorgeous, overly tall bed.
I climb up, and he opens his arms. “Lie on top of me. I like the way that feels.”
I carefully lower my weight onto him, and he feels marvelous beneath me. He sighs, sinking back into the plush bed as he wraps his long limbs around me.
“Sorry I’m so clingy,” he says, nipping at my earlobe.
“Ford, a very dark, possessive part of me roars to life when you say these words. Be clingy. Be needy. I want all of it. I want you to be addicted to me.”
His cock hardens against mine, and his hips thrust. I adore the man in fine-tailored suits and bright colors. But this vulnerable, sleep-mussed version of him…any thoughts I had of taking it slow with my heart evaporate.
I don’t want slow. I want reckless, I want stupid, I just…want. I want to slide into his body, to make it so good for him that he’ll never leave my bed. I want to sell all my earthly goods and spend the rest of my life pleasing and teasing and touching him.
I let my weight sink onto him a little more as my mouth captures his.
“Ford, I want to taste you. Every part. Will you let me taste every part of you?”
He nods instantly, and I lick him from chest to ear, consuming his neck along the way with long broad strokes. I nibble along his collarbones, put teeth marks on his delicate shoulders, lick and suck his nipples until his cock weeps.
I spread kisses across his chest, pressing into the smooth skin around his ribs, more kisses to his soft belly, pausing to dip my tongue into his belly button again and again.
He chokes out my name, tightening his fingers in my hair, chantingLuca,Luca,more, more, more.I nip at his hip bones, nose into his sparse pubic hair, inhaling his sleepy scent.
“I’m going to put my mouth everywhere. Is that okay?” I ask, double-checking.
His eyes squeeze shut and his fists clench the bedsheets, but all I get from him is a frantic nod. I take his slender cock into my mouth, all the way to the root, swallowing each of his pleasured sounds.
I pull off right as his trim hips begin to thrust. He whines, sending me a pained look.
“Patience, little bird.”
He throws his head back against the pillow in a pout, which I ignore while diving in again, this time tasting his delicate balls. I’ve broken so many laws, but only now do I feel like a criminal, putting my mouth all over his sweet skin.
I lightly stroke his cock as I pull his balls into my mouth, reaching up with my other hand to pluck and twirl his nipples.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” he whispers, breathless.
I pull away with a pornographic slurp, and his eyes fly open.
Ignoring his adorable scowl, I ask, “Do you know what rimming is?”
His eyes, so angry seconds before, widen. “You really want to do that? Down there?”
