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Saks couldn’t have looked more shocked. “Why would I do that?” His words came out in a surprised bark. Had he not been able to look Chrissy in the eye to see she’d meant every word of it, he would’ve thought it all a huge ruse.
Chrissy touched his cheek. “I’m sorry, Saks. So many things are going on. But my grandfather is off on one of his ‘fishing trips.’ Dad isn’t letting Mario help him run things, and you don’t know these guys like I do—”
“Whoa, sweetheart, slow down.”
But it didn’t seem like she could. “And Jessica isn’t answering the phone, and I can’t reach my boss.”
Saks put his hands on Chrissy’s shoulders. “Sorry, babe. I can see why this upsets you. But me showing up trying to tell them what to do will make things worse.”
Chrissy’s face scrunched up as she frowned. “You won’t help me.”
Saks melted into her blue eyes that stared at him with fevered intensity. How could he not help her? He would do almost anything she wanted except stand up as a representative of a crime family, either hers or his.
He slid his hands down her bare arms and then took her in his. Saks gazed into her eyes, hoping she’d understand what he was going to say.
“I didn’t say that. But I think we need a more practiced hand for this operation.”
“What do you mean?”
“How long has your father been in the hospital?”
“Two days.”
“I think it’s time for him to check out.”
“What? He’s not ready for that.”
“He can leave anytime he wants. But don’t worry. I can get qualified medical help to stay with him for a couple days. I probably can even arrange for an ambulance to get him home.”
“Everything okay out here?” Luke poked his head out the front door.
“Yeah. Chrissy has some family problems that we need to work on. Sorry, man. I have to cut out early.”
“What else is new,” Luke responded, exasperated.
Saks pushed inside the door while Luke gave him an annoyed glance, and took his jacket off the hook.
“Sorry, man. Come on, Chrissy.”
“Where are we going?
“First we’re going to speak to Uncle Vits.”
“Why?”
“Taking care of another jelly packet.”
“What are you talking about?”
Saks smirked “What? Have you heard about the jelly packet puzzle?” He put his arm around her. “I assume we’re taking your car unless you want to ride in my junker.”
“What? No, big bad Harley?”
“You know what? I think that’s a good idea.” Saks steered her toward the back garage where he stored his Harley.
“You’re crazy. I’m wearing a dress.”
“What? You don’t want to get used to riding a bike in a dress for when we drive away on our wedding day?”
“You’re ridiculous. I want a nice stretch limo.”
“Hmm,” Saks thought. “You don’t own a pair of jeans?”
“If you remember, I came here last night in my dress.”
“Ah, yes. The walk of shame.”
“The only shame here is how you shamelessly seduced me—on a pool table, no less.”
“I refuse to feel bad about that.”
“I imagine you wouldn’t. But you were bad. Very, very bad.”
“Hmm.” Saks changed gears and pointed her toward the door of the clubhouse. There was something entirely arousing about the idea of being alone with her again, especially as the faint scent of her perfume drifted on the breeze.
Chrissy’s lips curled. “What are you thinking, Mr. Anthony Parks?”
“I think I have a pair of gym pants that might fit you, so I can put you on the back of my hog.”
“Hog? Do you even call them hogs anymore?”
Saks opened the door to his tiny apartment and pulled her in with the speed of someone with a guilty conscience. “All I know is I want to see your legs spread open on my hog.”
The tiny fall of her parted lips brought forth a gasp of a breath. Silence, thick and charged with the energy that lay between them, hung in the air as Chrissy leaned her full weight against his chest.
“Something tells me,” she whispered, “that we aren’t talking about riding Harleys anymore. But Saks, my family—”
“Christina Serafini, I can’t get enough of you.” Even his finger, which trailed through the hair that framed her face, itched for more. “I’ve never needed anyone like I need you. Just... with all the shit going down can’t we have a few minutes together?”
Though Chrissy’s lips still lay parted, not a word came out. Instead, her response came in a crash of their lips that nearly brought Saks to his knees. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, seeking out the taste of him as his hands wrapped around her form, pinning her between his body and the door. He scarcely knew where his hands were at any one second as they roved over every inch of her, not wanting to miss the touch of any of her skin.
Between her legs his fingers dipped, brushing at the thin lace that separated him from her silken flesh. From her lips he pulled himself, desperate for air as she rubbed at his erection still caged in his pants. A quiet groan fell from his lips as she palmed his length urgently, as if she couldn’t wait for him. Her every movement was just as ravenous and fumbling as his as she struggled to tear open the button and zipper of his pants that were keeping him at bay.
Saks could no longer take the swaths of her body that still lay shrouded under the fabric of her dress. Grabbing hold of the hem he yanked it overhead, leaving her flushed skin bare to him save for the bits of black lace left behind.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he groaned as he hurriedly unsnapped her bra and ripped it free, giving him full view of her already-hardened nipples. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her, and he wasn’t certain he had the strength to hold back.
His head dropped to her breasts, lavishing each one with a rough swirl of his tongue.
Into his ear she whimpered, her breath hot and quickened as her teeth grazed the lobe of his ear.
“More, Saks,” she breathed, “I need more.”
Driven by the sound of her voice Saks teased her entrance with two fingers, easing them in and out while he imagined his cock driving into her instead. He pushed his fingers inside deeper and curled them to hit her g-spot.
“Oh,” she groaned. “Come on, Saks. I need you.”
Saks sucked her other nipple sharply, earning another moan. He let go, and she whimpered.
He slid his fingers in and out of her, and she bucked her hips on them, her breathing growing more ragged by the second.
Again, Chrissy struggled with his pants, until finally Saks felt them fall from his hips to hit the floor. In a hurry he stepped out of them, just as Chrissy yanked his boxers free, leaving him assaulted by the chill air. It only made her hands feel all the hotter when her fingers wrapped firmly around him.
“Oh, fuck,” Saks groaned as fire spread through him, setting his skin ablaze. The mere brush of her fingers left him feeling like he’d explode, and he hadn’t even had the taste of her he wanted so desperately.
“You want me?” he said roughly.
“Yes,” she breathed, “now.”
“Bed,” he demanded.
Saks tossed her to the bed, leaving her lying there with flushed skin and lust in her eyes as he eyed the bit of lace that still kept him from her. Any other time and perhaps he would’ve gone slow, he would’ve taken his time and laved her with kisses all over, but not today, not the second time he would have her since she left. Deprived of her for a long month, for thirty days that had stretched like an eternity, he needed her now.
The desperation in her eyes told him she felt the same.
He pulled at her lacy panties that looked delicate enough to rip off her in a single tug, and smiled.
“Don’t ruin another pair of panties,” she said.
“I’ll buy you more.”
“That’s—”
The delicate lace tore free with a single yank. “I can’t help it.”
He stared at his prize, the sweetness between her legs glistening, bright pink and swollen. He stroked her tender flesh, and she writhed under his hand.
“You’re imp—” she started to say, but he took her mouth in the space of a lightning flash, devouring her lips with all-consuming passion. She pushed at his pants and boxers frantically, managing to move them off his ass and onto his thighs. He gasped as she pulled his cock, guiding him to the wet softness between her legs.
Saks’ teeth grit as he pulled back one last time and yanked his boxers free. Nothing was going to stand between him and the beautiful woman sprawled across his bed.
His woman sprawled across his bed.
Back atop her he fell, their lips crashing together as his callused fingers grasped for her hips. Forward he pushed, driving the length of himself all the way into her damp core. Her back arched, drowning out the height of her moans as she buried her face into his pillow. Her breasts and torso pushed into his chest, as if she needed him to be even closer than they already were.
“Chrissy,” he gasped. He’d barely been in her, and yet he already felt as if he would explode. She was too much, too sexy, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
His own moans grew louder, mixing with hers as he thrust in and out of her with needful speed. Down his head dipped, sucking in another nipple sharply as he willed her to come. Around his hips her legs tightened, meeting each of his thrusts with a frantic push of her hips. One glance into the depths of her glazed eyes told him she was near.
“Saks!” she cried out with one final jut of her hips. That was all it took, the sound of his name on her lips, to send Saks tumbling over the edge with her. Into one another they convulsed, riding out the waves of passion in a tangle of limbs and cry of moans that made it difficult to tell one from the next.
