Lorenzo (Chicago Ruthless, #3)

by Sadie Kincaid

I stop pacing and stand still, chest heaving as I stare at her. She places her hand on my chest, right over my hammering heart, and leans close. So goddamn close. Her breath dusts along my neck and my cock twitches, letting me know he’s running the show from here on out. My brain checks out, happily handing over the reins. “Tell me what’s wrong. What do you need?” I suck in a breath, lazily looking over her curves. Her fingers twitch and my very last shred of restraint snaps. “What if what I need is you, Mia?” The words rumble out of me like a growl. “You know you can have me any time you want, right?” she whispers. Blinding light flashes in my eyes, and a surge of adrenaline propels me forward. My hand is around her throat, pushing her back until she’s perched on the edge of the desk, her fingers splayed out on either side of her hips. She spreads her thighs, allowing me to step between them and press my body flat against hers. She holds my gaze, daring me to keep going. I can’t. I shouldn’t. But I do.