Page 97 of Gangster's Empire: Leeza & Havel

“Motherfucker,” Havel groaned, his knees collapsing as he dropped to the floor, his hand slipping from her. He was face to face with her pussy. “Motherfucker,” he said again, but this time in wonder.

She knew what was coming and tried to roll off the table before he could grab her, but he was faster. He grabbed her thighs and held her in place, his rock-hard biceps tightening around her.

He dove face first into her wet pussy, licking her with long, hungry strokes, his groans vibrating her from the inside.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god!” she chanted, hanging onto the table as he forced her body into another orgasm.

He grunted, nipping her thigh before licking her from ass to clit.

“Havel!” she shrieked.

He shoved his fingers back inside her, latched onto her clit and sucked so hard she saw stars. She moaned, shouted and begged, but he had no mercy for her. She felt his finger probing her ass, using the slippery lubrication from her pussy to ease his way as he pushed it inside her.

“Fuck!” It felt so good!

“Come for me, sweetheart, do it now.”

It was a magical command that sent her straight into the stratosphere. She thrashed on top of the table, felt the gush of wetness between her thighs, felt Havel’s head where she tightened her legs around him, smothering him with her pleasure.

After her orgasm, she flopped on the table, her arms and legs limp. She shivered at the way he’d filled her up, stretched her wide, made her burn and left her aching for more.

Havel stood, his gaze devouring every inch of her, from her sopping pussy, to the cum all over her belly, to the shirt and bra he’d shoved up to expose her breasts. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

She mumbled, “You too.”

He chuckled and lifted her from the table, cradling her in his arms as he carried her through the apartment, entering the bedroom and going straight to the ensuite. Setting her down on the counter, he turned to run the bath.

“Are we going to take another bath together?” She snickered, remembering their last bath.

“No, this one’s for you. I’ll take the shower. We need to get some sleep and if I have to sit in that tub with your ass wiggling around on top of me, we’ll never get to bed.” His expression sobered. “You scared the life out of me today.”

She understood. She felt the same way when she heard he was arrested. “I’m sorry I upset you.”

“But you’re not sorry you did it.” His tone hardened.

She sat next to him on the edge of the tub. “I’m not sorry I did it because I would do it again. I will never be able to sit idle at home if I know you’re in trouble.”

“Next time you won’t know because you’ll no longer have access to Guard Dog or any of the employees besides the bodyguards I assign to you.” His face was implacable, his tone final, but she wasn’t going to let him decide her fate with so little thought.

“Is that what you really want? Me in the dark while you put your life in danger.”

“No, it’s not,” he readily admitted. “I want to be honest with you about my job, but you’ve shown me I can’t.”

“Why?” she demanded, standing to face him, hands on her hips. “Because I leapt into action as soon as I found out you were in trouble? Or is it because I came up with an excellent extraction plan that left everyone alive except those two guys you took out at the airplane, which wasn’t part of my plan. I know you well enough to know that my actions would have earned anyone else a place on your team.”

“Is that what you want?” Havel asked, his brows lowering. “A place on my team?” The tone of his voice told her it was a pipe dream, but the fact that the conversation was still going gave her hope.

“Why not? I’m good at this kind of work.” She spoke passionately, the same words she’d longed to say to her stepfather when he refused to see that she could contribute more to the Koba organization than an advantageous marriage. “I’ve never been happy with keeping house. I love my son, and enjoy spending time with him, but not all day, every day. I need to do something, and we have a business right here in this building that I can easily contribute to.”

His lips twitched and she could tell she was weakening his resolve. “We have a business, do we?”

She shrugged, smirking at him. “We’re married now. I figure it’s half mine.”

“What would you do for Guard Dog?”

“Whatever you have the rookies doing,” she said quickly, seizing on the opportunity to do her dream job. “I’ll work my way up from the bottom. I’ll do small jobs. The easy, less dangerous ones until you know for sure I can handle myself in the field.”

He studied her, his desire to give her what she desperately wanted clashing with his compulsive need to keep her safe. “Not sure I’ll ever be willing to put you in the field.”

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