Page 54 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?
I watch him while he eats and realize two things. One, he doesn’t like wakame (he shoved it all in my bowl when I went to get water, thinking I wouldn’t notice) and two, he’s shit at using chopsticks. The way he struggles to grab the pork belly is kind of cute though, so I don’t comment or offer advice.
“You are totally laughing at me right now,” he says, pouting those full lips.
I lift my bowl and drink some of the soy broth, the warm flavorful soup worth the twenty-minute wait. Leo mimics me, letting out an appreciative noise.
“Man. This is so good. The ramen at the university cafeteria was decent, but this is the best.”
I’m glad I wasn’t wrong in assuming he’d like it. Whether or not that conclusion has anything to do withme asking Aran to pull up all the food and restaurants Leo has tried so far isn’t that important.
“You are adorable. And I think that you can figure out how to properly use chopsticks on your own.”
“You mean you enjoy watching me suck,” he laughs, giving me the side eye.
He isn’t wrong. “Now that you mention it, I would love to watch you suck, yes. I think my cock would look lovely stretching your mouth,” I say, the image my words bring to my mind sending pangs of heat through me.
Leo chokes on a bean sprout. “Jesus, Chai.” I pass him the water and he takes a sip before aiming those fiery eyes at me. “How can you say that with such a straight face in the middle of lunch?” He looks around the shop, scanning the other guests. “What if someone heard?”
I place my chopsticks on top of my bowl and push it away. Despite his very valid point, he places his hand high on my thigh and squeezes. The contact sets off more of those delightful shivers, and I can tell he feels them too. Sliding his fingers up, he rubs with a little more deliberation, using his thumbs to graze the base of my dick. It jerks, already hard and wanting more, but my slacks are keeping it trapped and hidden. I’m glad I picked this pair.
“Leo…” I warn with a voice that sounds aroused even to my own ears.
Leo’s inhales audibly. “Shit. Did that turn you on?”
I raise my eyebrow very slowly and pointedly, letting him know just how stupid that question is.Why is this idiot even asking me when he can feel it?“What do you think?”
An impish smile slides on his face. “You started it.” He leans in, pretending he’s doing it so he can grab the water jug on my left. His lips graze the tip of my ear, and his teeth follow. “Besides,” he says in a voice that goes straightto my dick, “it’s kinda hot seeing you turned on in public because of me.”
He pulls away and pours water in his glass, not taking his eyes off me. Something dangerous flashes in them, causing prickles all over my back. I don’t really know what kinds of things he’s into—hell, I don’t know what I like either when most of my encounters have been with female escorts—but I am dying to find out.
So far, he seems to have a thing for dirty talking, especially if I’m the one doing it. I don’t think he fully realizes when he does it himself, but that only makes it more effective. You couldn’t tell if you looked at him because of his friendly and casual vibe, but he’s more of a wolf than a cute puppy.
Leo’s fingers keep teasing me through my pants. It takes me a lot of willpower not to show how much he’s affecting me, but the flirty lift of those lips I’m dying to kiss right now tells me he’s onto me.
“Are you wearing sexy underwear again?” he asks, nudging my leg with his foot.
“You seemed to like it,” I breathe out. I both want him to keep going and to stop making me want to rip my clothes off so he can touch me properly.
“My ex had some, but I never really cared about it. But on you… Just thinking about it is giving me a boner.” He trembles, his forefinger joining his thumb in rubbing me. “You sprawled on a massive bed with nothing but a jockstrap on, so I can see your tattoos and ass…”
He tilts his head, his eyes going a little unfocused for a few seconds as if he’s not really here. Then he lets go, retracting his hand. I grab his wrist without thinking.
“If I keep going, I’m gonna die from blue balls. You need to behave from now on,” he scolds in an overly offended tone, blinking his eyes innocently.
Ineed to behave? He’s the one that started touching me inappropriately in the middle of a restaurant after banning sex until the evening.
My face must betray my outrage because he chuckles. “You are the one who said I’d look sexy sucking your dick. It’s not my fault I got carried away.”
After that, we stay quiet and watch the busy market until we’ve calmed down. We make our way to the shinkansen, stopping by the shop selling the banana-shaped sponge cakes because Leo insists that he must try them. I’ve never really tasted them myself, so we grab a variety of them, landing ourselves a banana plushie as a bonus for our generosity.
The seats I’ve booked on the train are in a non-crowded part of first class that offers some privacy, so I plug the USB in my tablet and open the CCTV the police gave us. We spend the first hour going through the surveillance leading up to the day of the robbery, concentrating on that timeframe last.
Just like the police officer told my men, nothing stands out, at least not at first.
“Leo, go back,” I say as the columns of cars coming from the direction of the docks turn at the intersection.
Leo pauses the video, sliding the play indicator back. “Did you see something? Tell me when to stop.”
“I don’t know yet. Here.” I squeeze his hand as the traffic lights go back to red and the cars begin lining up.