Chapter 1
Men loved doggie style.
I don’t know why. It’s not that I don’t like it. I liked all positions, but if I wanted an orgasm—and who didn’t—I needed to be on my back. Or with a skilled lover. Jimmy wasn’t the best, but he was good enough.
“You know, I like it like this.” I flipped over and spread my legs wide so he’d get the idea.
“Oh, yeah?” he asked, teasing me with his tip.
“Oh, yeah.” I squirmed, ready to be fully entered.
“Then that’s what I’ll give you. You know I aim to please.”
Jimmy pushed himself into me again and I could already feel the orgasm building. Needing just a little more to push me over the edge, I swung my right leg up over his left shoulder and opened completely for him.
Jimmy did aim to please. Picking up his pace and intensity, he slammed into me harder. I gasped at the sensation, then choked back a scream of pleasure. I never knew who else might be listening.
The shrill chiming of Jimmy’s cell on the nightstand nearly killed the moment. When he reached for the phone, smothering me with his chest to get it . . .
“Jimmy, don’t you fucking dare,” I warned.
“It’s your dad.” He thrust into me, the phone still ringing in his hand. “I have to.”
“Just let it ring and call back when we’re done.” I pressed my freshly manicured nails into his back, hoping to distract him.
“He’s my boss. I gotta. But I won’t let it stop me from fucking you.” He swiped to answer and held the phone to his ear—while still fucking me. “Yes, sir?”
“Do you know where Mari is?”
It wasn’t enough my father kept me under constant bodyguard protection, he had to call said bodyguard almost constantly to check up on me. If only he knew he was paying Jimmy to fuck me regularly . . .
“Yes, sir, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her.” Jimmy grinned at me and I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.
“Good. Make sure she is at the fundraiser in two hours. She can’t be late.”
I lifted my hips to give Jimmy’s shallow thrusts more impact, biting my bottom lip in an effort to not make a sound as he continued. “Yes, sir. Not a problem. I’ll make sure she comes.”
I nearly lost it at Jimmy’s wordplay, and he winked at me.
“See to it then,” my father said in his signature barking tone.
The call ended.
“Let’s get back to it. Where was I? Aiming to please, yeah?”
The realization I only had two hours before the fundraiser and I still had to get ready, then manage to navigate the hell that was New York City traffic meant that Jimmy and I needed to finish up.
“Hard and fast, Jimmy. I need you to deliver on that making me come promise.”
Jimmy, always one to follow an order, took direction well enough. All the work he put in at the gym to keep fit for his job showed. His abs contracted in a sexy way and his dark brown hair obscured his eyes as he worked up to a frenzy-inducing rhythm. I pushed my legs apart as far as I could, and Jimmy moaned long and deep to show his appreciation.
He panted, his olive skin glistening with sweat. I could tell he was close—much closer than me. With no other way to guarantee my release, I closed my eyes and reached down to rub myself.
That did the trick.
I moaned, losing myself in the building intensity.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I hissed, so close I only needed a few more seconds.
I opened my eyes to see Jimmy on the verge. I knew that face well. I closed my eyes again, working myself in quick wide circles.
My legs began to shake, and I gasped as Jimmy shuddered, both of us finding that sweet release.
I was sated, happy to have gotten off and still feeling the pleasure from it, but already I wanted more. I always wanted more. I just wasn’t sure what exactly ‘more’ was. I mean, I knew when I wanted more sex. But from life? That was too complicated to think about. Jimmy was supposed to distract me from that.
Jimmy reached out to rub my clit, hoping to go for another round, but I smacked his hand away.
“Come on, Mari. We have enough time.”
“Don’t call me Mari. Only my parents get to call me that. I’m only ever Tessa to you.” I couldn’t tell what I was more frustrated about: Jimmy thinking he could call me Mari, or where I had to go tonight and what it meant for my future.
“I’m just fucking with you.” Jimmy laughed as I sat up and he flopped onto the bed beside me.
“Don’t be an asshole,” I muttered.
“What’s that?” Jimmy rolled onto his side, making himself too comfortable.
“Nothing.” Just because I was in a mood, I made a show of going into my nightstand. I rummaged around, pushing aside all the random bits and pieces that had ended up in the drawer, and pulled out my waterproof pink vibrator.
Jimmy sat up and looked in my hand. “What’re you taking that for?” He nodded to the vibrator like I wouldn’t know what he’s talking about. “You just said no.”
“I’ll be in the shower,” I said, ignoring his question.
I was being mean to him; meaner than he probably deserved, but it was only because being mean to him was just as much a distraction as fucking him when it came to what was coming. This thing between us needed to end. I just needed to find the right time to tell him. Being mean made that easier.
Jimmy wasn’t the first of Papa’s hired bodyguards to bed me. I doubted he would be the last if I was being honest with myself. It was a thrill at first. Forbidden. And that made it fun. That alone used to be enough to get me off. And when I decided I needed someone new, I would tell my father that the hired help wasn’t cutting it anymore, and he’d unknowingly bring me a new lover. Just like that.
Jimmy was the newest notch in my bedpost. We’d been going at it for a while. Though I enjoyed his company, he wasn’t the greatest for conversation. And it was ok. I didn’t need him for that. But everything was about to change.
It wasn’t his fault things had to end.
Exactly one hour and forty-five minutes later Jimmy pounded on the bathroom door. “You almost done in there? We gotta go.”
I had been ready for twenty minutes, but I didn’t want Jimmy to know that. I wasn’t ready to go.
I sat at my vanity and looked in the mirror, admiring my evening attire. I had my father to thank for so many things. I loved my parents, more than words, but the mob life was suffocating. And despite my best efforts to avoid it, I was pulled in completely.
Every aspect of my life was decided by it because I was the daughter of the Don.
I had a love hate relationship with that fact.
I liked nice things. I liked the security that having money brought.
But sometimes the strings attached . . . could be a lot.
I piled my long, black curls on top of my head in a loose updo. My makeup was soft, but dramatic, making my dark eyes more mysterious; the red that painted my lips made my skin look even tanner. Tonight was a big night.
And those strings? There were so many attached to this evening.
“Just putting on my earrings,” I called back to Jimmy.
The large diamond studs were a gift from Papa. Even if I got to the fundraiser late, I knew he’d be thrilled when he found out I was wearing them.