Cashmere Cruelty - A Mafia Romance

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ake my second m

anger's eight-pack. And I do mean eight-pack. Two, four, six, eight. Taut skin over bulging pecs, a sculpte

ecause suddenly, I'm wondering if this guy's in the m

l. Get it- "Should I

ssing? "I am so sorry, sir." Covering my face with both hands,

tter if I hadn't just gotten a

cusable. I was

king of someth

." Grovel, April. Just grovel. "I ju

sp. I panic, thinking I must've let

little

ight in fr

trail over my frame makes it difficult to remember that. "Smooth," he adds

e get so close? "

t ther

this. "The hue is very similar to the embroid

blue eyes. "Complime

elief: shop talk has never failed to

unti

pstick. It occurs to me that he could snap me like a twig if he wanted to. It

d holds the tie against

ally... try it on yourself," I stammer, trying to draw bac

ance, Ms.

e so fast? That's not the kind of speed that goes with that

t of my reverie, the strange

stomers who speak like a phone sex hotline? Rare, but also not unheard of. In my line of work, there's

's ever tied

t my voice crack. I test my bindings: the tie's not loo

against the changing room wall. I take a step back, but that's all

so used to indulging my customers' every whim that I couldn't tell I was being cornered in my own pl

ently

lping you?

ing in the small space. He smells like pine and ozone-the darkening

here," he states, matter-of-factly. "That's w

kles raising. So much for being polite no matter w

into my neck and breathes, long and deep. "Are you really tryin

mell like after such a long, hard day of work? My own perfume's bo

worrying about. What with the huge, half-naked stranger loo

hing you liked

t take a

ut things are made to be touched. Ar

not what

. Touching me. As if I'm made to be... "And that'

eyes me

t you,

l the boyfriends I've ever had; all the strangers I gave a chance

er said those

ve it, the stranger closes the

t like there's no mistaking how badly it's affecting me. Through my thin

t's a short-lived hope. I can see him looking,

you've managed to bring me something to my liking afte

e," I say throug

to mine. One miscalculation, one little twitch, and our lips

wai

wai

't sa

or exactly the ans

iss

e, dragging him the rest of the way down. I use my teeth; I'm not afraid. I wa

I'm appare