Free Ford: The Dudnik Circle Book 1 by Esther E. Schmidt Page B

sliding down my legs and I’m sure I’m wrapped in the smell of it. How on fucking earth am I going to sit in a meeting like this? The instant I stand, I’ll have a huge cum stain on the back of my dress.
    Ford peeks his head inside the room. “Ah. Yeah… Not sorry about that part, Angel Moy . But let me help you out there.”
    He steps inside and grabs his jacket off the desk. “Would have forgotten my jacket if it wasn’t for my cum sliding out of your sweet pussy.”
    He pulls out a handkerchief and drops to his knees in front of me. Sliding my foot up, he hooks it over his shoulder. Dammit, my breath hitches as I think of his tongue trailing my…
    “Yeah, I’ll eat that sweet cunt after we've both had a shower. Right now I’m going to clean you up so we can handle some business first. Okay?”
    “Hmmmhmmm.” Oh why can’t I manage words while he is stroking oh so slowly…
    “Stop fucking each other for a few goddamned minutes and handle some business for fuck’s sake,” Yegor’s frustrated voice booms through the room.
    “There, all done.” Ford sets my foot down and stands up. After lacing his fingers with mine, he guides me out of the room.
    “Don’t get your balls in a twist, Yegor. Now what’s…” Ford’s voice drifts off as he looks from Afon to Yegor. “What the fuck is going on? What did you find out?”
    Afon glances over at Yegor, who gives a quick nod as though silently telling him to share their news. “You were right. Filippov is connected. He’s been expanding his gang and fuck…”
    His eyes find mine and the look he’s giving me sends shivers down my spine. Ford gives a sharp pull that makes me stumble against his body. He wraps his muscled arms around me making me, feel safe within the next second.
    Afon rubs one hand along the back of his neck. “With the shit he’s pulled, Tarzan... This ain’t no fucking donkey shit. We need to... dammit, I can’t even,”
    Ford grabs my chin and meets my gaze. “We merge. My name, your signature. He’s going down. We stand stronger together; two leaders, one gang. So he doesn’t have a fucking chance to take you. Because I, for fucking sure, know that’s his intent; make his own personal snuff movie. Am I correct, Afon?”
    “Yeah… Boss.” Dammit Afon. With an answer like that, he’s giving his blessing. Not even discussing this with me but making a clear statement that there isn’t any other way. It makes me appear weak, not a badass gang leader. Even though Ford is doing exactly what Filippov wanted… taking my gang, merging… I know deep down it’s very, very different. All of them…my men, Ford and his men…they place themselves in front of me, stepping up to keep me safe.
    A soft brush of his thumb along my bottom lip, the throbbing between my legs. Reminders of his strength, control, knowing my needs, and taking charge. Fuck. I can’t think.
    “Don’t fight me, Angel.” His voice is a sharp demand. Before I can think, my head moves in automatic agreement. Shit. How does he do that?
    “Then it’s done. Let’s get to the meeting so we can expose the backstabbing fucker and have his head on the fucking table.” Ford’s voice makes it final.
     
     
    ***Ford***
     
    The room where the meeting is going to be held is already filling with all the heads of the gangs. There are over eighteen of us, but only fourteen are present tonight. When vital decisions need to be made, it takes at least twelve heads for a motion to pass.
    That’s what we’re fucking going for, except… banishing a gang from the elite ring requires a unanimous agreement. That’s why we needed the black and white proof.
    “It’s done.” Afon mumbles as my phone chimes.
    He’s sent the information to every member except Filippov, for obvious reasons. This way they will all have  time to decide before it's up for discussion and also because the non-present gangs still need to weigh in with their vote.
    Seeing multiple members reach for