Controlled by the Mob by Tami Lund (ebooks children's books free TXT) 📕

“Good. I did too. Hopefully, you let me do it again.”

She giggled. “Anytime you want, big man.”

“How about this? Can we do this too?” He rolled his hips, the abrasive material of his shorts dragging across her drenched silk panties.

Before she could come up with a cheeky answer, he leapt off the bed, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, probably sounding harsh, but that had been abrupt and not at all what she’d expected him to do at that moment.

He extracted his room key from his pocket and said, “Be right back.” He practically ran out the door.

What the hell?

And then he was back, breathless, clutching a box of condoms.

She laughed. “Glad you came prepared.”

He ripped open the box and pulled out a foil square, tossing it onto the bed before shedding his shorts and boxers. The brief sprint down the hall had not tamped his arousal.

“This was supposed to be my wedding night, remember?” He climbed onto the bed, once again covering her, pressing his forearms into the pillow on either side of her head so he could prop himself up to look down at her.

“Oh, right.” She frowned. “Does that make this weird?”

He kissed her forehead. Then her cheek. Her nose. Her lips. “This is perfect. And frankly, unless you happen to carry a box of condoms around while on a solo vacation, we would’ve been in trouble.”

She smiled slyly. “Nah. We just would’ve had to get creative.”

“Well, damn, now I wish I wouldn’t have remembered the condoms.”

She threw back her head and laughed. She’d never had so much fun during sex before.

She’d never enjoyed herself so much before.

She wiggled out of her panties and wrapped her arms around him, twisting, bringing him with her as she rolled him onto his back, with her straddling his thighs. She plucked the condom from the comforter, unwrapped it, and then sheathed him, tickling his balls with her fingernails.

He groaned and clutched her hips while staring at her face. The moment she was done, he kissed her like a man desperate for a drink after walking through the Sahara Desert.

“Wow,” she said when he let her up for air.

“I agree.”

She kissed him again while reaching down and grasping his erection. And then she sank down, filling herself, stretching, taking him in, and immediately rolling her hips because it felt so good she was certain she was about to have another orgasm.

He tangled one hand in her hair while the other pressed against the small of her back, guiding her movements as he continued to make love to her mouth, and Shannon once again let herself go, simply reveled in the sensations, in the pleasure this man was giving her.

Nothing else mattered. Not her current career, not her past, not what would happen in a few days when she had to return to her regularly scheduled life.

She pinpointed her focus to this moment, to this man, to how utterly perfectly they fit together.

And to that second orgasm he dragged from her, moments before he reached his own peak and then held her tightly, like he never wanted to let her go.

***

Shannon came awake to the sound of something pelting against the window. Blinking slowly, she realized several things all in quick succession.

It was after nine in the morning, yet as dark as dusk outside. And it was raining, heavily, based on the sounds from outside. And Leo was lying next to her, on his stomach, his head buried between two pillows, the sheet draped haphazardly so that his muscular back was on full view and part of his tight ass, too.

It was a spectacular picture.

And then she realized the most important piece of information of them all.

No nightmare.

She’d made it through an entire night without a nightmare.

Sure, that did happen on occasion, but they’d been occurring so frequently lately that she’d forgotten what it was like to have a full night’s sleep.

Well, she supposed she hadn’t actually slept all night last night. Leo was an energetic lover. And yet, she felt as refreshed as she used to upon waking, nine years ago, before Hayk Grigoryan locked her away.

She shook her head and smiled. Leo was certainly good for her, wasn’t he? Until this weekend, she hadn’t even been sure who she was. She was used to pretending to be whatever everyone else expected her to be.

And yet, over the course of a couple days, with Leo’s help, she was almost completely comfortable in her own skin. Being the person she wanted to be.

He stirred, and unable to resist, she stroked her hand over his bare back. He shifted his head onto the pillow and opened his eyes, giving her a lazy smile. “Morning, beautiful.”

She almost scoffed but caught herself. If he thought she was beautiful first thing in the morning, who was she to argue?

“What time is it?” he asked, rolling over before yawning and stretching. She blatantly admired the way his muscles flexed and twitched with the action.

“Little after nine.”

His brow furrowed. “Why’s it so dark?”

“Raining. Pouring, actually.”

“Really?” He glanced at the window. “Huh. That’s perfect.”

“It is?”

“Yep. My plan for today is to stay right here, for as long as possible, and if it were sunny and beautiful, I’d be afraid you’d want to go out and do more exploring instead.”

She giggled.

He rolled onto his side and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Come snuggle with me.”

He shifted until his erection was pressed against her ass. His hand smoothed down to her thigh and then up again, squeezing her waist briefly before cruising higher to cup her breast. He massaged gently as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and she relaxed into his touch and