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"Don,” Rick calls, his deep voice cutting sharply through the hushed chatter. “I need to talk to you about the Daggerheads. They—”
"Not now,” Don cuts in quietly.
His grip around me tightens just for a second before he relaxes again, but the shift in his tone is unmistakable. I glance up at him, catching the hardened edge in his endless blue eyes, and in that instant, I'm reminded of who Don Vincent really is: the leader of a biker gang. Leader of a ruthless arms dealing gang. He's just as dangerous as Harry, maybe not as cruel, but capable of violence all the same.
Rick gives a quick nod, clearly respecting Don's decision not to talk business in front of me, and the conversation shifts back to lighter topics. But I can't shake the brief exchange. Don might be charming, protective, and warm around me, but I know what he's capable of. I should be afraid of him, yet… I'm not. Instead, I find myself liking him even more, craving that part of him that's unrestrained. I wish he wasn’t always so cautious around me, like I'm some fragile glassware that'll break at the slightest impact. I shift in his lap, trying to get more comfortable, but as I move, I feel something hard press against my lower back. I freeze for a second, confused, but don't think too much of it. I shift again, trying to ignore the sensation, and that's when I hear Don mutter a low curse under his breath. My eyes widen, heat flooding my face as realization hits me like a rock.
Oh. Oh. He’s rock hard.
I stay completely still, mortified. I risk a glance at Don, my heart thrumming loudly in my chest. His mouth tilts upward in a slow, unfazed smirk, his eyes burning with an intensity that sets my body on fire. He takes my hand beneath the table and guides it behind me, so I’m touching his penis. My breath hitches, my face burning hotter as I feel the hard pulsing beneath my fingertips.
"Feel what you do to me, sunshine?" he murmurs, his voice dangerously husky.
Chapter Six
Don
I can barely concentrate on anything anyone is saying. Not with Leah's soft, sexy ass wiggling over my cock. I close her hand around my length, swallowing a harsh curse when she gives me a gentle, curious squeeze.
Fucking hell. This girl is going to be the end of me.
I'm mere seconds away from throwing her against the table and claiming right here and now. I look up just in time to catch Agnes's perplexed stare. I've known her for twelve years and in that time, she's grown to mean more to me than any housekeeper. I know she has questions, but I also know she'll wait until I'm willing to answer them.
"How about we play some Monopoly?" Lily asks after the dishes have been cleared. She flashes me a winning smile before resting her gaze on Leah. "Don is a beast at Monopoly, you'll see."
"You don't say…" Leah drawls, twisting her body slightly to look at me. "I'd love to see just how good you are."
I know from the playful glint in her eyes and the slight curve of her lips that she's definitely not talking about Monopoly. As if to prove her point, she makes a show of shifting around on my lap, subtly grinding her ass over my cock in a way that sends blood rushing to my head.
"Stop," I growl in her ear.
"What?" She asks, blinking at me innocently. "I do love a good game of Monopoly."
I chuckle, amused and impossibly aroused all at once. Who knew my gentle, innocent Leah had a naughty, rebellious side to her? It makes me want to put her over my knees and spank her to submission.
"That's settled! I'll get the board then," Lily says, already heading towards the living room.
I catch Rick's eye across the table and give him a meaningful look. He nods once to signify he got the message loud and clear.I want to be alone with my girl.
"Why don't we all er… go watch the fireworks, guys," Rick says awkwardly and I let out a soft groan as Agnes bursts into laughter.Why did I ever trust Rick to be smooth with something like this?
"Fireworks. Really?" Lily scoffs with a mocking smirk. "That's the best you could come up with? It’s 11 in the morning." Rick scratches his jaw, giving me a guilty shrug as if to say he tried his best.
"Why don't you all come and assist me with baking cookies for my yearly community outreach?" Agnes asks, swiftly coming to my rescue.
Lily grunts but doesn't protest. I give her a small wave, but she simply rolls her eyes in response. One after the other, they say their goodbyes. On her way out, Natalie stops to give me a quick hug. "Marcus would have loved to see this day," she says with the first genuine smile I've seen in the months since her husband died. "I'm so happy for you, Don."
After everyone has left and I'm finally alone with Leah, I waste no time pulling her into my arms. My lips find her neck, trailing soft kisses along her skin.
"Now, sunshine, what were you saying about Monopoly?" I murmur against her ear, turning her around in my arms so her ass is resting against my cock.
She shivers in my arms, letting out a breathy sigh. "I, uh– oh, Don," she moans as I slip my hand under her shirt to squeeze her breast.
"You challenged me back there, sunshine," I mumble against her ear, running my tongue over her lobe. Slowly, I slide my thumbs over her nipples before giving them a wicked pinch. She gasps as an involuntary shiver racks her body. “I should spank you for being a naughty girl, Leah.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmurs, craning her neck to give me more access.
I freeze as a staggering wave of lust bolts through me. “What did you call me?”