Free Fearless: Mob Boss Book Two (Volume 2) by Michelle St. James Page B

tequila, the intimacy of their shared experiences, the music and darkness that made it seem like the real world was a million miles away.
    The chignon had shaken loose, and sweat was beading between her breasts when Luca waved them off and headed for the bar. He hadn’t been gone ten seconds when Nico took her hand and pulled her to him, his hands dropping to her ass as he moved against her. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, his erection hard against her belly as they moved in time to the beat.
    She tipped her head back, lost in the music and the feel of Nico’s hands on her body through the thin material of her dress. The crowd pressed all around them, and Nico turned her around, his hips still moving with hers, so her ass was nestled against his hips. His hands slid down to her upper thighs, and she leaned her head back against his shoulder, the two of them still moving to the music.
    He dropped his mouth to her collarbone, his tongue leaving a trail of heat all the way to her neck. His cock was more insistent now. The feel of it against her ass sent a flood of warmth to her core, and she didn’t protest when his hands moved up the bare skin of her thighs, the dress and the crowd hiding his movements. She gasped as he slid his hands down her belly, slipping them into her panties, but there was no one to hear her. Everyone was as lost as she was in the flashing lights and music and abandon.
    His palm cupped the mound of her sex, their hips moving together in time to the music, as the silky material of her dress draped around his wrists. Then his fingers were sliding over her soft folds, setting loose a tidal wave of lust inside her body. She wondered vaguely if anyone could see what he was doing to her, but she couldn’t focus long enough to really care. He stroked her clit, swollen with need, and swayed behind her, his cock demanding attention against her ass. She had the insane desire to lift her dress, to feel him penetrate her right on the dance floor, to let him fuck her while everyone moved around them.
    A moment later, he thrust two fingers inside of her. She cried out, but no one seemed to notice, and she moved her hips, rocking against his fingers, the flat of his palm stimulating her with every motion of their bodies.
    He leaned down, whispering into her ear. “You’re wet, Angel.”
    She was panting now, oblivious to everything but the rhythmic stroke of his fingers as her body barreled toward orgasm.
    “Nico,” she gasped, turning her head toward his neck as she leaned into him.
    “That’s right,” he murmured in her ear. “You’re going to come hard for me right here.”
    It was an order and a statement of fact. Her body had passed the point of no return. There was nothing but Nico’s fingers moving in and out of her, and her mind was overrun with memories of his muscled body dominating hers while he thrust into her.
    She was delirious with desire. She wanted him now. In her pussy. In her mouth.
    Everywhere.
    He bit down gently on her earlobe. “I’m going to remind you who owns you tonight, baby. And I’m going to do it by fucking you until you scream.”
    The words—and the images they brought to mind—sent her over the edge. She let go, and the orgasm washed over her like a waterfall, white light exploding behind her eyelids.
    He didn’t take his fingers out of her until she stopped shuddering. Then he held her up, swaying with her while she caught her breath. When she stopped trembling, he turned her to face him and lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue igniting a new spark in her belly.
    He pulled back to look at her, and the desire in his eyes was so naked she half expected him to take her there. “Let’s get out of here.”

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    She was drifting through a pleasant unconsciousness when a shrill sound startled her awake. It took her a moment to orient herself. Then she saw her phone shimmying across the bedside table, her brother’s name lit up on the screen.
    She