Page 33 of Wicked Takeover
“Ever?”
Dante ground his fist into his forehead.
She grinned at him in the mirror. “You’re sure you want me to be a good girl?”
“Let’s see.” He slapped her ass.
A startled cry tore from her. She moaned.
He hadn’t meant to hurt her. Appalled, he rubbed her back. “Hey, are you all right?”
“No. You stopped. Do it again.” She wiggled her butt.
He lowered his face to hide his smile. This was his damn show. In here, doing this, he was supposed to be in fucking charge. “I’m the Master. Or Dom, if you prefer. Remember?”
Lauren got a sheepish look. “Sorry. I’ll be good.”
“No, you won’t.”
Her grin matched his. “You catch on quick, don’t—”
He paddled the words from her. The cracks came in quick succession, hard enough to pink up her ass and make her breathless. Lust blurred her eyes.
Dante stroked her cleft. Those precious folds were damper than they’d been earlier.
She was more than ready for him. He wasn’t sorry about that. Another few minutes and he would have bellowed or cried in pain. He pulled condoms from a side drawer.
Lauren stared at the foil packets, surprise on her face.
Before she got the wrong idea about him screwing customers in here, Dante showed her what else he had stashed: a comb, electric shaver, toothbrush and toothpaste, deodorant, extra cash, grocery coupons.
Oddly enough, when he’d lifted the coupons, she smiled—her wonder, excitement, and trust returned.
There was no damn way he’d ever abuse her faith in him. He liked and respected her too much. Beneath her cautious manner, passion and fire burned. She also owned an incredibly good heart. Dante figured it killed her not to pay Jasmina and Van Gogh what they were worth. He sensed Lauren would starve before she took any of his salary or even agreed to a loan.
She was a fine woman but frowning now.
“What?”
“I’m not telling you what to do, however—”
“Wait. Since when aren’t you being bossy?”
She conceded with a nod. “This’ll be the last time.”
He laughed, not believing her in the least.
Didn’t seem to faze her at all. “It might be a good idea if you take off your clothes. So you can put on one of those rubbers.”
He pretended to think about that, then pushed his face into hers. Lauren’s breath whispered against his lips. So warm and sweet smelling, Dante got dizzy. He shook his head, clearing it. “Didn’t you say I’m supposed to ink my clients through their clothes?”
“Only the women. I told you it was all right to work on naked guys.”
“I prefer to work on you.”
Her face lit up. “You’re going to give me a tat now?” She wore an innocent look. “That’s what the rubbers are for? To protect me from the tattooing needle?”
“I had something much thicker in mind.”
