Josie is a sales associate by day and a lollipop-sucking hacker by night. She likes to stay in and feel the keys underneath her fingertips. When she decides to grace her friends at a club, she stumbles across a man who seems to send every part of he...
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I can't believe I'm doing this. My heart pounds as I slowly sink down onto him. His eyes remain closed, but the hardness I feel tells me he's at least partly awake. I bite my lip, stifling a moan as I start to move. I lean down, pressing my chest to his as I move.
My hair falls around us like a curtain. "Kade," I whisper. No response. His breathing remains deep and even. Huh. My movements falter as doubt creeps in. Am I taking advantage? But he's clearly...responsive. I chew my lip, conflicted.
"Kade?" I try again, a little louder this time. Still nothing.
I should stop. This is wrong. But God, he feels so good. My body betrays me, craving more. He can't possibly be sleep. Does he not feel this? Feel me?
I pick up the pace, chasing that delicious friction. Little gasps escape me. Any second now, he's bound to wake up, right? Those cold, calculated eyes will snap open, and he'll flip us over and take control like he always does. But the seconds tick by, and he remains still. Just the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath me.
What am I doing? This is so messed up. I should stop.
...I don't want to stop. I roll my hips harder, fighting to stay quiet. The pressure builds low in my belly. Just a little more...
Kade shifts slightly, a small furrow appearing between his brows. I freeze.
But his breathing evens out again. Crisis averted for now. But I should really, really stop. This is beyond risky and wrong on so many moral levels. But as a mafia Don, do
My body disagrees, chasing that high. I'm so close.
Just as the first waves of pleasure start to crash over me, a hand clamps around my wrist.
My eyes fly open to meet Kade's piercing gaze.
"Having fun, little thief?" he groans, voice rough with sleep.
Well. I'm fucked. Literally and figuratively.
"I honestly thought you were up, pretending to be asleep," I say, continuing to chase that orgasm. I'm too damn close for him to stop me. "I'm almost there; help me." I toss my head back before looking down at him.
"No, you've got it. You've been doing all the work this entire time. Keep going, baby," his voice is gruff.
I press on, my body tensing as I ride closer to the edge. Beneath me, Kade's expression is unreadable. My goodness, why won't he take control?
"Why would you think I was pretending?" Why the hell does he want to have a conversation now? Please just fuck me already.
"B-because," I stammer, desperate to maintain the rhythm that's threatening to unravel me any moment now. "You always have this thing where you—oh God—I just thought were. Fuck...please take control."
"No, if you want something, you take it. Isn't that what you were doing before I woke up?" He groans as his fingers dig into my hips. "Fuck me and take everything you want from me."
