Page 51 of Wicked Takeover
Jasmina released Lauren, gave her a loaded look he didn’t understand, and took her place at the counter. “You should go see if there are any responses to your ads. I’ll handle things up here.”
Lauren plodded to her office, Dante to his workstation.
That evening, after the others had gone home, he closed the front blinds and took her repeatedly on the sofas. They only paused to snooze and refuel on pizza he’d ordered before going at each other again.
They didn’t talk business.
In the following days, Dante haunted her every move as she’d once done with him. He often left his workstation on a pretense and hauled Lauren into his arms within earshot of others. After kissing her longingly and touching her in places he shouldn’t, at least not in a public business, he released her and returned to his customers.
Concentrating on work was fucking brutal. While he inked his clients, his mind drifted to pleasures he had in store for Lauren. His X-rated thoughts kept building, forming a plan. One night, after hours, his ideas were nearly complete. He joined Lauren in the back room.
She unwrapped the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she’d made for them so he wouldn’t spend any more money on her.
He wouldn’t have cared if she’d fed him mud pies. Having her close and eager for his touch was all he required.
He sat. “Take off your skirt.” The fabric was nearly as blue as her eyes with glittery designs on it. Pretty, but he liked her skin better.
She looked confused. “Are you going to take off your jeans?”
“Nope. I’m good.”
She twisted her mouth but pulled off her skirt and sat. During their meal, she rubbed his toes with hers as she had at his uncle’s restaurant.
He finished his third sandwich. “I think you’re ready.”
Lauren’s chews slowed, then stopped. “For what?”
He ran his fingers past her springy curls to her cleft.
She laughed huskily. “I’m always ready for that.”
“You’d better be. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”
Her smile hung on for a second, then died.
He spoke in his most conspiratorial tone. “Time for the next level.”
She glanced past him.
He sensed she was ticking off what he could possibly mean.
Her eyes rounded. “You want us to do a threesome? Foursome? Five—”
“Hell no.”
She relaxed in her chair, her color returned, breathing easier. “Then what’s left?”
“More than you can imagine.”
Her face flushed with excitement, then worry again. “You’re going to videotape us?”
“There’s a thought, but no. It wouldn’t be practical for what I have in mind.” He bit into her sandwich, chewed slowly, and swallowed.
Lauren fidgeted.
He guzzled his water.
She frowned and slapped his arm. “Tell me.”
