It took me a moment to realize we were headed to his house, not mine. Smiling, I held on a little tighter to my man. He pulled into his driveway and steered the bike into his garage.

We walked inside through the internal door in the garage. His house was a far cry from my inner-city apartment. Situated in one of the poorer suburbs in Melbourne, his street was one I’d feel nervous about walking down alone at night. Well, nowadays I’d feel nervous walking anywhere alone at night, but around here . . . it gave me the creeps. With Mace with me, though, I felt safe. One of the benefits of dating within a crime family was that nobody was game enough to touch you. Everyone knew who he was, and by association, everyone knew I was his girl. 

“He’s right, you know.” He put his arms around my shoulders and smiled down at me. “You could do so much better than me, Leets.”

How had he known that Dad had told me that?

“Mace, quit doing that. You are an amazing guy. I’m not dating my father, thank God. I’m a big girl. Believe it or not, I’m old enough to decide who I date.”

“You sure your dad knows that?” He smirked. I punched him lightly on the arm. I hated that he felt like he wasn’t good enough for me. We couldn’t be any more different, but together we were perfect.

Every day, my feelings for him grew stronger and deeper. There were so many layers to this man, and every one I peeled back revealed another reason for me to love him.

There were things he hadn’t told me—tonight at dinner was a perfect example—and I knew there was more, secrets from his past locked up inside his soul, but I could only trust that when it felt right for him, he’d let me in completely, with no boundaries.

“Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” I pulled him toward me, my mouth closing over his as my arms wrapped around his waist. His fingers struggled to free my shirt from the constraints of my skirt until they roamed over my bare back.

I pushed him away and narrowed my eyes.

“You think I’m sexy?” I asked, tilting my head. My dark hair tumbled over my shoulder as I unbuttoned my shirt. He smirked and leaned back against the kitchen counter, his hands behind his back, just watching me.

With all the buttons undone, my shirt fell open, giving him glimpses of my smooth, creamy skin and the soft-pink lace bra that was doing a wonderful job holding my girls up.

I bit my lip and reached behind me, unzipping my skirt. Very slowly, with my thumbs hooked on either side, I lowered it. His eyes fell to my matching pink thong as the skirt disappeared down my long legs. I kicked it aside and walked over to him, swaying my hips. The heels I was wearing gave me an extra few centimetres in height, which brought me almost to eye level with him.

“So?” I repeated coyly, twirling a strand of hair around my finger. I wanted to burst out laughing. This sexy little minx act was so not me, but from the obvious bulge in the front of his pants, he didn’t seem to agree.

“Come here.” He leaned forward, his fingers getting lost in my long dark hair. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he growled, kissing me roughly.

He pushed me down until I was kneeling on the floor. I smiled up at him, my fingers reaching to unbuckle his belt. He stared down at me with hungry eyes, his fingers still lost in my hair.

“Fuck, sexy,” he mumbled as I freed his hardness. I didn’t answer. Instead, I took his long, stiff shaft in my hands and began to move them up and down as he groaned softly. He shifted as I gripped the base of his cock. I flipped my hair over my shoulder so he could see me take the tip of him into my mouth. He loved watching me. And I loved to be watched.

My lips closed around his girth and began to glide along his shaft as my tongue massaged and tasted his cock. I loved the feeling of control this gave me. There was no more powerful feeling in the world than giving your man head.

Gawd, I’ll probably set back women’s rights a few thousand years just thinking that. 

My tongue rolled over his cock as he grabbed a handful of my hair and guided my mouth along his length. As much as I enjoyed control, I loved it when he dominated me. Nothing compared to his grabbing me by my ponytail and forcing his stiff cock down my throat, demanding that I suck.

He grunted as my tongue rolled along his length. My eyes remained on his, loving the feeling of him watching me as I sucked. I flicked the tip, tasting his precum as his arousal increased.

“Such a tease,” he muttered, his grip on my ponytail tightening to the point where it hurt. His body tensed—he was close, I could feel it. I moved back and forth faster, my tongue caressing his cock as his elation began to heighten. “Stand up,” he demanded. I got to my feet.

He slipped my thong down over my hips and hoisted me onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around him, wet and ready as his erection pressed at the entrance of my pussy.

“Oohh,” I gasped as he thrust hard inside of me. I lay back on the counter as he climbed on top of me, propping my leg over his shoulder. A whimper escaped from me as he pounded into me. So close… I arched my back as elation filled my body. My muscles tensing, I reached down and slipped a finger against my spot, gasping as his shaft impaled me.

“God, yes!” I gasped. I closed my eyes, reeling in the delirium that was coursing through my body. His movements slowed until he eventually pulled out of me. He took my hands and sat me up, my body falling limp against him.

“I’ve still got to get home,” I muttered, resting my chin on his chest. He smiled and stroked my hair.

“Stay here.”

“I’ve got work in the morning, and my clothes and makeup . . .” I sighed as my nails drew little circles over his smooth chest.

“Tell you what: set your alarm an hour earlier and I’ll run you home in the morning.”

“You’d get up early for me?” I grinned at him. Mace hated mornings.

“I’d do anything for you, Leets,” he said.

He put his hand on my neck, tilting it up until my eyes met his. All I saw was the love and desire of a man who would go to the moon and back for me. Not a day went by when he didn’t tell me how much he loved me. I cherished that, especially knowing how hard it was for him to show his feelings.

“Come here, you.” He nodded his head at me, so I made my way over, laughing as he picked me up. I threw my arms around his neck as he carried me into his bedroom, carefully laying me down on the bed. He pulled the covers over me and climbed in beside me.

“I knew not making my bed would come in handy,” he grinned, his lips finding mine. I melted into his embrace as he gently stroked my hair. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

Closing my eyes, I smiled as his fingers swept over my back, each touch driving my body crazy and relaxing me at the same time. I sighed. I couldn’t ask for anymore from this man. My eyelids closed as I began to drift off, faintly aware of him whispering sweet words in my ear as I fell asleep.

Chapter Five

Mace

I woke up early, for the first time ever, before my alarm sounded. Leet was fast asleep, snuggled against my body, my arms wrapped around her. My face against her neck, I breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of her skin.

My stiff cock pressed against her ass, begging to be satisfied. Even the smell of her got me hard. I gently rocked myself against her, my fingers wandering around, tickling her stomach.

She stirred, her eyes opening. She smiled at me, rolling over. Her lips tilted up, pressing against mine as her hand found it’s way to my cock. I groaned as she gripped hold of it, stroking.

“Morning,” I muttered, my mouth finding hers. She kissed me back, her tongue curling around my own. She slid to the edge of the bed, standing up.