Page 83 of Gangster's Empire: Leeza & Havel

Pleasure rippled through her with every stroke of his cock and she dug her nails into his back, holding on tight as he took her for the best ride of her life. It was wet, wild, and exhilarating!

His cock grew thicker inside her and she knew he was close, his grunts getting louder and closer together. She tightened her knees against him and rocked her hips, using his pubic hair against her clit to reach her own finish.

They came almost simultaneously, Havel gripping her so hard as he spurted his semen inside her, he pushed the last of her breath from her lungs just as her own orgasm rocked her. She would have screamed if she could, but it came out as a squeak.

She went limp in his arms and he eased his grip, allowing a rush of air back into her constricted chest.

“Didn’t mean for that to happen,” he mumbled, setting her away from him and striding around his desk, bending to pick up her leggings.

She laughed as he returned to her and bent over, determined to help her into them. He knew nothing about leggings if he thought that would work. She took them from him and leaned her ass against his desk, sliding them up her legs before standing and straightening her blouse.

To her amusement, he ran his fingers through her hair, attempting to restore some order. Apparently, he didn’t want his staff to see her sex-mussed hair. Like they somehow hadn’t noticed the blinds flying around or heard the raging good time banging around his office.

“Ready?” Havel asked.

“Ready.” She waited while he locked up the cash and passports and returned, taking her hand.

Together they left the office, heading for the elevator.

“Goodnight, Boss. Goodnight, ma’am.” Ali’s voice reached out to them, cool and professional with only the slightest hint of amusement.

“G’night!” Leeza squeaked in embarrassment, leaping into the elevator as it arrived, dragging Havel with her.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Leeza’s wedding day was nothing like she expected it would be. She’d thought, given the events of the past several months, the death, the contention, the upheaval, that it would be a somber affair. She’d thought Havel would want to hurry through the ceremony and reception since he hated parties.

Given their rocky start and his personality it was a bit strange to see him smiling and shaking hands with guests, in no hurry to rush to the ceremony. She watched with amusement as he and Jozef hugged each other hard, Havel lifting Jozef off his feet before setting him back down, both men laughing and slapping each other on the back.

“So weird to see them like that,” Shaun murmured.

“Someone should take a picture,” Saskia said from her place next to Leeza.

“I think the photographer just did.” All three glanced toward the photographer who was studiously documenting everything as fast as she could.

“I’m impressed with how quickly you threw this wedding together,” Shaun said, looking around in admiration. Zmatek had been transformed from a hopping nightclub to an elegant wedding venue dripping in silver and crystal, white lights hanging from the ceiling and draping the walls giving everything an ethereal glow. “The photographer, the caterer, the decorations. It’s stunning. I don’t know how you found the time.”

“I didn’t,” Leeza admitted. “He did.”

They looked at Havel.

“Maybe he leads a secret life as a wedding planner,” Saskia quipped.

They laughed, and Shaun said, “I’ll move so you can greet the rest of your guests.” She hugged Leeza. “You make a stunning bride.”

Jozef took his wife’s hand and pulled her out of the receiving line.

Havel had suggested they greet their guests before the wedding rather than after as it wasn’t going to be a huge affair. He thought it would make the event more intimate and special. Leeza suspected he also wanted to project a united front with her.

It flew against tradition, but she was into it. She liked the way he deferred to her, placing her in a position of importance at his side. As though they were equals.

In line, greeting the arriving guests were Saskia, Leeza, Havel, and Babi. Havel had wanted his grandmother to represent his family, though Jozef would stand up with him when they said their vows. Saskia would stand with Leeza.

Leeza put an arm around her sister and squeezed. “You look so beautiful.” Impulsively, she kissed Saskia’s cheek, gripping her chin to hold her in place. “Thank you for being with me through this.”

Saskia elbowed her but looked pleased. “Back off, bride. You’ll crush my dress.” Saskia had requested her bridesmaid’s gown be designed as a shorter, simpler, pinker replica of Leeza’s. She looked stunning in her 50s inspired gown with its pink satin skirt underlaid with layers of voluminous tulle. She finished the look with black lace gloves, a black tulle headpiece, and her signature combat boots.

“Thanks for coming to my sister’s wedding,” Saskia said to Klaus, the next guest in line. Klaus had been a friend of her parents. “You’ll find booze over there.” She pointed. “Bathrooms are there.” She pointed again. “And the action is happening over there if you’d like to find your name and take a seat.” She pointed at the rows of chairs set up on the club’s dancefloor. “If you disturb this wedding in any way, you will be dragged out back and shot. Have fun!”

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