The gangster had a fervent desire to have her wriggling, naked and moaning beneath him. So he laid on the charm and whispered the right words, adding another name to his little black book. But it wasn't enough. He lusted for her talented mouth, the way her nails raked against his tattoos, their long sweaty nights. It didn't matter when or where, he wanted her–and only her. He tightened his grip on her waist, inhaling as her hips swayed back and fourth above him. Eyes half open as he watched her, the gangster realized this was more than just sex?

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