Dark Ties (Made Men 9)

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Nadia tossed the bottle onto a sleeping Dante. “Put this on.”

She was surprised to find that he didn’t argue like Amo had but did as she said without so much as a word.

Picking her book back up wasn’t enough to distract her from watching him, so she had to completely turn herself to the other side in order to concentrate on the words and not gawk at Dante.

“Would you mind?”

She looked back over her shoulder at his words, seeing that he held out the lotion.

“I can’t reach my back.”

Internally screaming at her predicament, she had to think, What would Sex Piston do? But she knew exactly what Sex Piston would do.

“S-Sure.” She swallowed, gathering her composure as she put down her book. As she took a seat behind him on the lounger, Dante waited patiently.

Squeezing out the contents with shaking hands, Nadia bit her lip nervously. Stop being stupid. She had just applied lotion on Amo’s and Leo’s backs, and this was no different.

But staring at the expanse of his back told her it was much different, and it sure as hell felt different when her hand touched his skin. They had been just kids, whereas Dante Caruso was a man. A man who had her body aching since the moment she had lain eyes on him in his office, but she had just been too proud to admit it until she could no longer deny it.

Goose bumps prickled up her arms at the fact that she suddenly had free reign to touch his body, especially when she got to his strong shoulders. She knew that was definitely going to be her favorite part, which was why she saved it for last, and it certainly didn’t disappoint.

When a wild thought caught her mind that would have been Sex Piston approved, Nadia hurriedly rubbed in the last bit that was still white, then she made it disappear quite roughly.

“Okay, done,” she blurted awkwardly, wanting to desperately put space between them, but as she quickly stood, her hand was captured.

“You need some, too,” he announced coolly, pulling her down in front of him, making her unable to protest.

Still, she tried. “Oh, I’m oka—”

“Don’t be silly,” he said, using her words against her as he kept her in place. “You can’t make a big deal out of us using it to not do it yourself.”

Nadia gulped. “O-Okay.”

Christ, she thought, applying it was hard, but just waiting for Dante to start is torture. He seemed to be taking his job seriously, making her technique pale in comparison, even before he began touching her.

Rubbing the liquid between his palms, he warmed it up so when his hands did finally grace her skin, it was like warm oil being caressed into her skin, unlike the cold, thick mess she had rubbed into his.

To say it was like Heaven to be fondled over by Dante Caruso would be an understatement. The things he made her feel with his hands alone weren’t going to get her into Heaven. He made her feel sinful, in every good way imaginable, and she never wanted this moment to end.

Actually, she was starting to get the impression he didn’t want it to end, either, with the amount of time his hands spent coating her body. It far exceeded the amount of time he needed, and it was as if he was exploring. Every inch of her, he had taken special care, and when his fingers danced under her top strap and came dangerously close to the side of her breasts, she thought she was going to explode with pleasure. So much so that her lips parted.

When his hands then slid slowly to the other side, her back practically arched in anticipation …

Unfortunately, the light footsteps couldn’t be heard until they were right next to them.

“Sorry.” Leo quickly noticed that he might be interrupting something. “I just needed some water.”

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Dante practically sighed when Nadia hurriedly left his touch in embarrassment to go sit back down in her lounger.

He had really been enjoying himself, too. Regretfully, probably a little bit too much until his son arrived, and he didn’t miss that fucking smirk Leo carried on his face, either, as he went to get a drink.

Fucking kids. They ruin everything.

Nine

Fucking Kids. They were such Cock Blockers

“Do you think you can make me another one?” Nadia asked when Max had shown back up to take their empty glasses.

“Of course.” Max smiled, proud with himself. “Another rum runner coming up.”

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” Amo cheered, coming back from his swim. “Keep ’em coming.”

Nadia laughed, proud of herself the more she loosened up, and when her second drink came, it tasted better than the first.

“Oh, I didn’t …” Dante stared at the rum runner that was being held out to him and was going to deny it, probably for his usual brown liquor, but he ended up just taking the drink. “Thanks.”