Owned by the Mob Boss by Ashley Hall Page B

mine, how she opened her mouth for me, how she allowed me to move her head to angle it just right. I knew this was just a business transaction, but right now I wasn’t thinking about making babies or the money I would be paying her. I was only thinking about her luscious lips and how much I wanted to fuck her.
     
    I was wearing clothes. How in the hell was I in bed with her when I was still wearing clothes? This simply wasn’t acceptable. I pulled back, breaking off the kiss, but she leaned forward and licked me, licked my jawline, and ended up with her tongue in my mouth. Again.
     
    Holy. Fuck.
     
    I had grown hard the moment I saw her in her state of dishevelment, and I had grown harder during the kiss, but right now, I was so hard I thought I was going to burst. My cock was pressing against my clothes, and I wanted it freed, free to fuck her.
     
    Again, I pulled back. I needed to feel her warm, soft skin pressed against mine. Before I could rip off my shirt, Rachel came at me, kneeling on the bed, her fingers fumbling with my shirt buttons.
     
    Screw that. Too slow. I ripped my shirt open, and buttons flew everywhere. There. Much faster. Much better.
     
    Her eyes widened as she glanced at the nearest button. “Do you make it a habit of ruining shirts?”
     
    “Do you make it a habit of talking when you’re supposed to be kissing?” I countered with a devilish smile.
     
    In response, she pushed aside the two parts of my shirt, leaned forward, and licked my nipple. Damn it all, if I wasn’t the one moaning now. This girl sure knew how to work her tongue. She wasn’t holding back at all. She was either a really hard worker, or she knew her way around a man’s body. Maybe she wasn’t quite as innocent as she appeared.
     
    “Do you like being told what to do?” I asked, wondering just how far she would let me go, how far I could push her, if she would be willing to do whatever I asked of her.
     
    “I like being told…sometimes.” She bit her lower lip but then smiled, her eyes bright.
     
    Rachel didn’t look ill at ease at all. Was she the same nervous, jumpy girl from the bar? Maybe the bar scene wasn’t hers, but the bedroom sure seemed to be her domain. And I appreciated that.
     
    “Only sometimes?” I brushed my fingers lightly up her bare arms to her shoulders and flicked down her tank top straps. Her skin was so soft and smooth. “What about the rest of the time?”
     
    “Sometimes I like to be the one to tell what to do.” She lifted a shoulder, still smiling.
     
    “And if you could tell me what to do, what would you say?” I asked.
     
    I wasn’t promising that I would give it to her—in fact, I probably wouldn’t. I needed to be in control at all times. I needed that in my life. Too much was outside of my control as it was that I needed the assurance that I had power, even here, in the bedroom. Not all women appreciated that, and none have given me quite exactly what I needed. It was too much to hope that Rachel would be the one to deliver that, though.
     
    “I would want…” Her head down, she peered up at me from beneath lowered lashes. God, she was pretty. “I would want us to…”
     
    “To what?” I stared at her, taking in how she was pulling slightly away and how she was biting her lip again. I made her nervous. She did her damnedest to hide it, but I could still tell. Not all nerves were bad, though, right?
     
    Because I wanted this to be good for her, not just for me. We might have to have sex for a little while before she became pregnant, so we might as well pleasure each other while we were at it. And I was all about pleasure in the bedroom. This was the first time I was ever mixing business with pleasure. I never thought that I would pay for sex, but this was different. She wasn’t mine. She wasn’t a whore. She would give me an heir, and I would give her money and pleasure, too, as an added bonus. It wouldn't just be quickies between us. It wouldn’t just