Page 10 of Mob Boss Daddy

“Is there something wrong? Do you have some sort of feedback for me?” I ask but I’m just rambling in an effort to hide how much being with him like this is turning me on.

“I asked you to come speak with me so we could get to know each other a little better. You might say that things have been a bit hectic in my business life, and I haven’t had a real opportunity to speak with you since your interview.”

“Okay, I’d like that.”

“So, you told me that you grew up in the orphanage and you’ve been working in a bar, but you couldn’t tend a bar until you turned twenty-one, right? So, what were you doing before that?”

“I worked in the same place. I started out bussing tables in the dining room when I was eighteen and worked my way up to waitress. When I had enough money saved, I went to bartending school, and as soon as a position opened up, I grabbed it.”

“Why bartending?”

“It isn’t my career goal. It’s just that bartenders make more money than waitresses and I wanted to save money for college.”

“Alright, so what is the end goal?”

“I’m not exactly sure. I thought, maybe, teaching. Something with kids, anyway.”

“Why children?”

“I don’t know. I guess, maybe, because I didn’t have the best childhood and I want to help other kids so they don’t suffer the way that I have.”

“That’s sweet and honorable. You’re a good person, Jessie. You’re beautiful inside and out.”

I bite my bottom lip as butterflies flutter in my stomach. “I don’t know about that. I just want to do something that makes me feel good about myself. That may be selfish, right?”

He grins and drapes his arm over the back of the sofa. “No, sweetheart. I don’t think that’s selfish. A girl who looks like you could have found a lot of other ways to make money and feel good about yourself. ”

“That could never be me. I don’t like being in the spotlight. It terrifies me.”

“I can tell and I think that’s a very attractive quality to have.”

“My friend from the bar thinks I’m immature because I won’t show more skin at work. I know I could make a lot more tips if I did, but that just doesn’t sit right with me.” I pause for a second and let out a little laugh. “I just realized that maybe the nuns had more influence over me than I thought.”

“That’s not a bad thing, sweetheart. Your innocence is very attractive to me.”

“Really? I thought someone like you would consider me immature or too childish.”

He places his finger on my lips to shush me and looks down at them. I hold my breath as he moves his hand to the side of my face, pulling me closer. This would be an excellent time for him to kiss me. Please let him kiss me. He’s so close. Just an inch or two more and our lips will touch.

I part mine ever so slightly in preparation. I’ve never been this ready for anything before. I close my eyes, ready to receive his kiss, but he lets go of my face and pulls away. Devastated, I open my eyes and look at him. I open my mouth, ready to ask him why he would just pull away from me like that, but my words are stopped in my throat.

Before I can speak, he grabs my arms and pulls me onto his lap. He reaches around to the back of my head with one hand and holds the small of my back with the other as he slams his mouth to mine and kisses me with desperate urgency. He coaxes my lips to part, and when it does, he slides his tongue inside my mouth. Yes. Yes. Yes.

It’s raw, aggressive, and animalistic. How could I have expected anything less from him?

I can feel his stiff erection through his sweatpants, and my insides throb, knowing that he’s intentionally planted me there. I wonder if it would be acceptable to rub myself against it. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want that, so I do.

With his lips still locked against mine, he moves his hands down to my hips and glides me against his crotch. The roughness of the fabric between us rubs against my sensitive spots, sending shockwaves to my brain.

He takes one hand off my hip and slips it under my shirt. I feel his big, rough hand cup one of my breasts and squeeze. I love feeling his hands on my naked flesh, and I arch my back and clutch his shoulders. He lifts my shirt and drops his head, licking my nipples until they’re hard as rocks.

“You have beautiful tits,” he whispers and squeezes them again.

I’m sweating, panting like a wild beast, and ready for anything that he has in store for me. I want to be at the mercy of his imagination but the red phone hanging on the wall begins to ring and his body becomes stiff as a board.

“Fuck…” He shakes his head, nostrils flaring. He lifts me off his lap and sets me back down on the sofa. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ve got to cut this meeting short, but we’ll pick up where we left off. I promise.”

Cursing under his breath, he leaves me there and goes to his office. I hear the door slam behind him and go upstairs to my room, trying to steady my heartbeat. I get ready for bed but I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep tonight. This interlude with Jack has awakened something in me that won’t easily go away.

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