Page 82 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?
Chai’s entire body sags, tension leaving him. “He did?”
I grin, giddiness making my chest feel tingly and tight. “Yes. And you are not going to believe how it happened,” I rush out, guiding him toward the first empty office so I can tell him all about my attempt to blackmail a mafia boss.
Epilogue
Six months later.
I race down thestairs of IS-Halls, the keys to my Honda CBR dangling from my fingers. I chose the sports bike when we finally got around to picking me that company vehicle I was promised, and I couldn’t be happier with my choice. I’ve always wanted a badass motorcycle, and not only do I have one now, but I get to drive Chai around on it sometimes.
I spot Naomi in the lounge, sitting upside down on the old couch. Her legs hang off the backrest while she plays on her phone.
“Hey! See you at the office tomorrow?” I call out, a smile already stretching my face.
She turns her head my way. “Yep. I’m shadowing Rina, so I’ll be there in the morning. You and Chai gonna be around?”
I told Chai about her circumstances and how good she is at what she does, so after running it by his father, he hired her. It’s a trial period like mine was, but once she passes that, he will arrange for her studies to be convertedto remote so she can graduate without having to go back to the US and deal with her awful family.
“Got a meeting with those guys from Fukuoka. It seems they added an extra venue, so we need to sort out the security for it.”
She chuckles. “Bet Aran’s loving the last-minute change.”
I shake my head, joining in with a laugh as I put on my shoes. “Keep away from him tomorrow unless you want to be scolded. Catch you later!”
Outside, I jog over to where I’ve parked the bike, its sleek black-orange form gleaming under the sun. A few cherry blossoms have fallen on the seat, their soft pink petals contrasting the darker colors. Chai told me not to expect the cherries until later, but the weather has been on the warmer side, so they’ve already started blooming.
I sweep the flowers off and get on the bike. My helmet and jacket match its colors, and so does the motorcycle suit I have. I’m not wearing it today since I’m only riding over to Chai’s, but when I do, it drives him crazy with how sexy it looks on me.
I don’t blame him. He has his own suit—and bike too—and I find it very hard to keep it in my pants when he’s wearing it.
Half an hour later, I pull in front of the skyscraper where he lives. I’m on a first name basis with the receptionist and security by now, and so they let me up without even bothering to ring Chai’s apartment. After a short elevator ride during which I make use of the mirror to tame my unruly blond curls, I’m ringing his doorbell. When he opens, my jaw hits the floor.
“Why are you half-naked?” I ask, letting my eyes roam his body clad only in a low-waisted towel. “Not that I am complaining.”
I run my fingers along the curve of his shoulder, tracing the swirly part of his impressive tattoo. I want to get one as well, something to match his, but I haven’t told him yet. My birthday is coming up in May and he’s been bugging me to tell him what I want, so I might bring it up next time he asks.
“I just took a shower. My meeting in the morning finished early, so I stopped by the gym.” He makes space so I can go inside, the door closing behind me.
I hum appreciatively, following the shape of his pec until his pierced nipple is between my fingers. His mouth arches up slowly as I get hold of the other one and start rubbing them roughly. He got them done in November and I am obsessed with how much more prominent they are now. You can’t always see them because of the type of suits he wears, but if he’s in one of his tight shirts or a tee, his nipples are very easy to spot.
Twisting them a little harder causes his eyes to flutter closed for a moment. His lips part on a sharper inhale.
“You like that?” I tease, pulling on them.
He smiles, brown eyes darkening. “You know that I do.”
I bend down and capture the left one with my mouth, licking and sucking on it. “I do.” Pinning him against the wall, I make my way to his dick with my free hand. “I also know you like to feel sexy when we go out.”
He arches his back when I make contact with the velvety skin of his already half-hard cock. My own is begging in my pants for attention, but I ignore it, knowing that the wait would be totally worth it.
“And whose fault is that?” he challenges in a low voice that raises the hairs on my neck.
I look up and meet his gaze, contentment surging outward from my chest where my heart is frantically beating. “Mine.”
He cradles my head and pulls me up, capturing my lips. I open pliantly, loving the ravenous enthusiasm with which he pushes his tongue inside my mouth. I taste coffee and that woodsy undertone that’s his own taste, the combination intoxicating. Our kiss deepens soon enough, my erection begging to be freed. I press my hips into his and roll them just a tiny bit so I can get some delicious friction. The motions cause his towel to loosen and it slides to the floor, pooling around his ankles.
I break the kiss and pull back, drinking him in. His beautiful face is flushed, his eyes swimming with want. His sculpted body is a feast calling out to me.
“Damn, why are you so sexy?” I mutter, not able to get enough of looking at him.
