Yet Luc was never fazed. Even as my thigh touched cold steel at his hip, he just felt me up, enjoyed the feel of my waist, my hips. My breasts. Smiling all the while, so confident, so in control. I would never have guessed that he was carrying around a gun on him. Yet it all made such sense, this big man, with an Eastern (maybe Russian?) accent, owned a whole chain of clubs, dressed so damn well. Lived so lavishly.
I’d never known your typical businessman to be loose with his money. They were always so stingy.
“You make me want to linger with you here all night, and into tomorrow, Ruby,” he said so approvingly.
But I was fluttering against him like a butterfly.
It was one thing to know he had a gun on him. The implications...
Was he a mob boss? Oh god, was my club owned by the mob?!
Worse than that, though, was that even through my fear and anxiety, I never stopped rolling my hips, rubbing myself against his throbbing package. All that separated us were our clothes, and I was cursing that. I wanted him, bad.
And the gun...
Why’d that only make me want him more?
I was silent long enough to be suspicious, and his hand went to my jaw again, capturing my face and bringing my gaze to his.
Staring into his eyes as I so purposefully ground against his large, throbbing manhood had to be one of the most intense moments of my life. Knowing what he must be, what he held. I even managed to break that stoic, self-assured look of his enough to make him give a low moan.
“You should not break the rules,” he said in a gravelly voice. “Not even for me.”
Yet he never tried to stop me, and kept our gazes locked, one hand at my face, the other at my hips, grasping me firmly.
My lashes fluttered as my eyes rolled back, pain and frustration contorting my expression as I gasped, my nipples so stiff and just yearning for touch.
I wanted him in a way that was more primal than anything I’d ever felt before, and I knew that without those words, I would’ve taken him, then and there. The idea of snaking my hand between us, undoing his fly, unleashing him...
Fuck, even the fact that I didn’t have protection didn’t stop me. The fact that I’d gotten off the pill when my ex dumped me, and the fact that I heard you’re way more fertile just after stopping, even that couldn’t have been enough to convince me that I didn’t want Luc, right now.
But his words, they made me pause, heart racing in my chest as I still ground against him, feeling his hand on my creamy flesh.
“I won’t,” I promised, though I didn’t know how much longer I could maintain myself. I leaned in against him just to feel the fabric of his shirt rub against my stiff nipples, and with every grind of my hips I grew wetter.
He emitted such an aura of calm, yet I could feel how his body reacted. How his heart thudded so heavily in his chest from excitement, how his cock throbbed thick and lewdly beneath me with desire that matched my own at least.
“You would, if I let you,” he said to me, so certain of himself as he looked me over, and as if reading my mind he slid his hand up, cupped my breast and lightly teased my nipple, bringing such sensations to that sensitive, pink teat.
“And I have already decided I won’t rest until you come back to my hotel room this night,” he added on in a dark voice. His eyes so hard as he looked me over then.
I trembled against his touch, my body pulling away from him just enough so that he could play with my nipple, twist and pinch it. I was already so turned on, my mind abuzz with need, and I looked at him seriously as my breathing increased.
Then, as I sat prone in his lap, my hips still rocking against his, my pussy juices soaking through my black thong, with my nipple in his fingers, I asked the stupidest thing.
It was the type of thing you omit from retellings, because it seemed so out of character, so risky.
I asked anyways.
“Are you in the mob?”
I cursed myself. Did I even want to know? But the question already was floating between us, and I couldn’t take it back.
Yet Luc wasn’t even fazed by that dumb, girlish question of mine. His lips crooked back into a wry, amused smile and he stroked my cheek fondly as he toyed with my breast.
“You do not need to worry about such things,” was all he said to me as he leaned in, hovering his lips so near to mine. Nearly kissing me, but stopping that fraction of an inch from making it so. Just as our loins lay pressed together, only some thin fabric separating us.
“You are safe with me,” he said, his eyelids descending, leaving his gaze narrowed with desire.