Driving the Mob (Steamy Standalone Instalove)

“Did you hear me?” she says, stepping back as though she thinks I’m going to laugh.

“Yes, I heard you,” I say, my voice husky, choked with my desire. “And it only makes me want you more.”

She gasps as her cheeks infuse a lust-filled red, as the whole world spins around us, just us, and nothing else exists.

Nothing else matters.

As bad as it is, I don’t care that her dad is my best friend, not when she looks so vulnerable and needy and beautiful and strong and sassy… sassy and needy at the same time, a gorgeous combination only my woman can achieve.

“Are you serious?” she murmurs.

“I don’t think you understand what I need you for,” I tell her, stalking across the room and grabbing her hips. I pull her close, mashing our bodies together. “And you need to stop doing that.”

“What?” she murmurs, shifting all horny and excited against me.

“Walking away from me. Thinking something is going to ruin this.”

Something could ruin this—Henry, his response when he finds out.

But I won’t think about that right now.

“I don’t understand. Why would it make you want me more? What do you need from me? That’s what you said. You need me for something. I’m guessing you don’t mean as your driver.”

I smirk and bring my lips to hers, chuckling possessively when a shiver moves through her at the contact.

“I need you for everything, Molly.”

“I don’t understand,” she says, with a half-annoyed half-sassy note in her voice.

“The second I laid eyes on you – recently, when you became my driver, obviously not before… The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to have you. I knew you were going to be the mother to my children. I never knew I wanted a family. I never knew a man like me – a man who worked his way to the top with his fists and his wits – would stray to that side of life. Fuck, I used to think it made men weak.

“But you, Molly, you’ve changed me. You changed me in a heartbeat. I need you more than you can understand, more than I can understand. So the fact that you’re a virgin only makes me want you more. Because now you belong to me, and only me, forever. Forever.”

I press my lips against hers, growling through the closeness of the kiss, loving the way she opens her mouth shyly and then sinks into it when her pleasure takes over. She wraps her arms around my neck as I lift her off her feet, placing her on the desk and grinding my manhood against her sex.

“Really?” she says, when we break the kiss, both of us panting hard.

“Really,” I snarl. “I don’t understand. I don’t care to explain it. Because I know it. It was instant, within seconds. I looked at you and I knew… I’d found her, the woman I didn’t even know I was searching for. You’re mine, Molly. You’re always going to be mine.”

“This is like a dream come true,” she murmurs, under her breath, as if talking to herself. Her eyes widen and she giggles. “I’m sorry. I know that sounds like the cheesiest thing in the universe. But I’ve imagined this moment so many times…”

I trail my fingers down her neck, captivated by the shivers it provokes in her, the way she shifts under my touch like I’m playing an instrument.

“You’re going to give me a family,” I tell her. “Children, a life… a future.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I laugh gruffly, and yet there’s a surge of boyish happiness beneath the noise, a feeling I haven’t experienced since I was a boy. “You don’t sound very surprised.”

“I’ve always wanted this,” she mutters. “I’ve always wanted you. I used to try and imagine myself with the immature douchebags in high school, but I couldn’t. Because I’d always end up comparing them to you and they’d never measure up. Never. I think we’re—”

She giggles, shaking her head as her hand strays toward her face bumping into her hat.

“What?” I say, smirking.

“I’ve got this nervous habit, but I can’t do it with this silly cap on.”

I grab her driver’s hat and toss it onto the table.

“Go ahead. Free that gorgeous hair. But not before you tell me what you were going to say.”

She swallows, nerves flitting across her expression.

“I think we’re meant…”

“To be together,” I finish for her.

“Yes.” She nods. “Is that crazy?”

“If it is, I’m as crazy as you,” I snarl. “I feel exactly the same way.”

She shakes her head with another cute-as-fuck laugh.

“How is this even possible? So you looked at me and…”

“And my whole world came crashing down,” I snarl, kissing the edge of her mouth and then lean back so I can study her, this woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.