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“They both want conditions.”
But I don’t want to be swept up by him either. Not now.
Not yet.
“I’ve been offered twice the amount I need, Carmine.”
He stiffens. “Are you trying to jerk me around? You really don’t want to do that. Believe me.”
“No.” I touch his hand. “I’m telling you. I told him I needed ten thousand dollars. He said he could give me twice that.”
“He had some kind of an angle. Right?”
“He wanted me in with the deal.”
He almost splutters his old-fashioned. “That’s fucking outrageous.”
“Is it, Carmine?” I’m feeling hotter. “Aren’t you about to make the same condition?”
I’m remembering myself in my little car mirror. Sitting here, in this big mansion, close to the big gangster, I feel like I’ve broken out of a cocoon and stepped out a new woman.
His eyes hold me. I feel like maybe he understands me. Like we could understand each other. Can it be true? That drink must be stronger than I thought.
Chapter Twelve
Carmine
I stand. “Then let’s get to it.”
She stands with me. We’re close. In each other’s space. I take a long, deep breath. Breathing in the scent of her heat makes my pulse hammer. “I want to give you everything you need, Tinka.” I lift her hand, “And I really mean it.”
My voice rumbles, low. “I want to give you everything you need.” I watch the sparkle in her eyes as I hold her hand and put soft kisses on her fingers.
I’m lighting up inside. Her eyes flash like Christmas lights. I want her.
Her breasts swell. In the rise of her breath, I feel her need. I can almost taste it on her breath.
I can see in her eyes when I tell her, I want to give you everything you need, she’s heard that too many times. Probably today. She’s thinking, ‘Everybody says that.’
I tell her, gently, firmly, “The other men, Tinka–”
She cuts me off. “Time’s ticking.” She squeezes my hand and pulls her hand back. “We need resolution. Completion. I want to invite them both here. Will you let me do that?”
I’m not happy with the direction this is going. God damn, though. She is magnificent. I tell her, “I won’t share you, Tinka. I’m going to be your Santa, and your guardian angel, but you have to be all mine.”
I take her in my arms. Stretch her back. Bend her. Look deep into in her eyes and wait. Hold her for her mouth to open. Her lips peel apart. Then I take a kiss. Deep. Wet. Long. And filthy.
She’s so hot, I can smell it. She knows I can, too. Her eyes flash as my nostrils flare and my lips curl. Her body is alive, like she’s been teased all day long. Like she’s crackling with need.
Her legs grip hard around the thickness of my thigh.
Our tongues meet and tangle and melt together. I invade and possess her. I grip her ass in one hand. She grabs my cock.
The squeeze of my hand on her breast makes her let out a long breath, like she’s breaking open inside. I’m hungry for her. Needing to give. I feed on her breath, and feed her on mine. And I need more.
My body is hard, toned and strong, but covered. With all her soft curves, she feels tiny in my big hands. Small and soft like a kitten.
She claws at my ass, my waist, dragging me to her, painting herself against me. Shamelessly, she wraps herself around me. Tight. Pressing her breasts against my abs, sawing her hot pussy hard on my leg as she licks and sucks from my mouth.
