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«The boss is here. I gotta go.
— Be careful.
«Everything is gonna be OK!
— Will we see each other again?
«No doubt.
That's the only thing I'm looking forward to.
I have to go now.»
You read for the fifth time Daniel's last messages to you, still lying in your bed. “That's the only thing I'm looking forward to," he wrote. Knowing that he is eager to see you again fills you with joy and excitement.
You think (again!) about the previous night's escapade in that arrogant man's Maserati. Daniel was so bold and confident in hijacking the sports car that you felt safe and euphoric in.... actually committing a crime with him!
His smug confidence was so infectious and intoxicating that you surprised and scared yourself a little when you hopped on top of him at the end of the ride. The memory of feeling his pelvis and stiffening groin between your thighs is still very vivid and blood rushes to your cheeks.
You scroll up in your chat to his "Godfather" photo and you can't help but let a deep sigh escape. "Oh my goodness, he's such a heartthrob."
You are admiring every details of his picture, when you notice the time on your phone's top bar. "Crap, I'm gonna be late for work!"
You throw your covers aside and get off the bed. The sun bathes your loft with a beautiful bright light from the large wall windows opposite the mezzanine that serves as your bedroom. How wonderful it would be to wake up next to Daniel in that bed... But it's no time for daydreaming and risking being late! After all, you owe to the kids at the youth center to be on time for their counseling sessions.
As you wash yourself, get dressed and make your morning cup of espresso, you think about the twist of fate that led you to date (and mess with!) a criminal, hopelessly attractive on top of it. "Yeah, better not sharing THAT experience during counseling," you think as you sip your espresso and skim through the news on your phone.
You scroll past celebrity gossips and political bickering when an article catches your attention. «Casino mogul in talks with District Attorney in grand corruption investigation» the headline reads. With a little apprehension, you click on the link and read the first paragraph but close it as soon as you read the name of your estranged father.
You haven't talked to him since the death of your mother seven years ago, which you squarely blame on his connections with the local mob. Your mother was a caring and gentle soul, and while you know that she still deeply loved your father at the time of her passing, you are convinced that the stress and anxiety of living in the world of organized crime led to her illness and untimely death.
In her clairvoyance, she had used her inheritance to buy this cozy, comfortable loft in your name. The loss of your mother was so painful that as soon as the funeral service concluded and your mother was laid in her final resting place, you left the ceremony without a word to your father, picked up your bug-out-bag at the family mansion and spent the first night of your adult life on a mattress on the loft's empty ground, quietly mourning the loss of the only person who had ever protected you.
Your mother had set up a small trust fund for college and university and you graduated in social work and criminal law. At the beginning of your career, you counseled and supported teen mothers, battered women, the unemployed and the homeless but you quickly specialized in counseling young people who were vulnerable to getting trafficked or recruited in gangs and organized crime.
Sometimes, you think that, maybe subconsciously, you chose to devote your time and energy for those young boys, girls and adults to save them from the world of crime and violence that enriched your father and robbed you of your mother. Vindication against Dad, remembrance for Mom.
A tiny sweet meow pulls you out of this trip down memory lane and back to reality. "Miki!" you call. "Come here, sweetie!"
A young tabby cat comes through the cat door and approaches you, rubbing against your ankles and purring. "Breakfast time, girl, then I'm off to work" you tell her, filling her bowl with cooked shredded chicken breast from the fridge.
You check that all appliances are unplugged, all lights turned off, Miki's automatic feeding bowl full. You grab your keys and your biking helmet before going through the door and hopping on your city bike to head to the youth center. You pedal with determination, pledging to pull at least one young innocent from the claws of a life of lawlessness and violence.
*****
It's 5.30 pm when you return to your loft after work.
Today you had to help bail out two teenagers from jail. Both barely 16 and caught separately for pickpocketing and phone snatching. Thing is that the victims recognized them but no phone or wallet were found on either of them and they refused to say a word about any accomplice. You did manage to convince them to return to school after counseling. But they gave you a sad look of resignation as they left and thanked you. Today was not too much of a bad day, you sigh.
You open the door and are immediately greeted by Miki who meows sweetly at you. "Hey girl, you've been waiting for me?" you say, picking her up. She purrs and rubs her head against your neck and hair. You hug and pet her between the ears and tell her "Cuddling will have to wait, Miki. Right now, I need to shower!"
You throw your backpack on the couch and head to the bathroom for a warm shower. Twenty minutes later, you return to the living room in a knee-length bathrobe, patting your hair dry with a towel. You sit down and reach to your phone in your backpack to check if you got any messages (from Daniel, you secretly hope).
You see MeChat's notifications and you expectantly open the app. As you see unread messages from Daniel, your face lights up, but not for long.
« Are you here?
We need to talk
Let me know as soon as you receive this message
This is urgent!
Come on
Pick up the phone! »
The messages were sent about thirty minutes ago. You didn't hear the notifications then in the traffic. Alarmed, you dial Daniel's number but before you can hit the call button, you are startled by loud banging at the door. "Jesus Christ!" you whisper.
Perplexed, you head to the door and check who is visiting through the peephole. You gasp. It's Daniel!
You open the door. "Daniel, what are you doing here?" But Daniel walks through the door urgently without a word and checks the streets as he closes and locks it. He grabs your hand and pulls you away from the door into the living room. He looks around the loft and heads to the windows and draws the curtains.
You are confused by his behavior and call him. "Daniel ! What's going on?"
He finally looks at you and approaches you. He looks very unsettled. “Let me explain everything. I'm sorry, Jun," he says, grabbing you by the shoulders. He pulls you in his arms and holds you tight as he says "It's my fault!"
You are more and more worried by his agitation, which contrasts so drastically with his usually confident demeanor. Things must be very serious for him to lose his cool. You pull away from him and gently cup his face in your hands and look into his beautiful, now frightened eyes. You ask as reassuringly as you can "What are you talking about, Daniel? What happened?”
He seems lost for a second but then says "My boss! He's crazy. Do you have anywhere to go out of town?"
What the hell? You think but you softly say, "Daniel, I'm not going anywhere. Please calm down and tell me exactly what's going on."
You sit on the couch and pull him down to sit next to you, acutely aware that only a cotton bathrobe separates your naked body from his touch.
"I'm scared," he finally says. "This rarely happens. And I'm not afraid for myself but for you."
"Nothing will happen to me, Daniel," you try to reassure him.
"You don't understand. The people I work for have seen us together. And they didn't like it."
"What did they not like?" you ask.
"I had a very serious conversation with the Boss. Somehow he knows that you know about our business," he says.
"How does he know?" you ask, trying to use reason to calm him down.
"Apparently there was a tail on us, or they wired me, I don't know. I don't know!" he exclaims, springing up from the sofa and throwing his arms in the air in frustration. He starts pacing across the living room. "Maybe he's bluffing," he continues, a hand rubbing his forehead. "In any case, he is a cruel man, and his threats are best taken seriously! Don't you have friends out of town?" he asks you with exasperation.
In spite of your best efforts to remain calm, hearing about the Boss and his terrifying grip on Daniel makes your blood boil and you have enough. You have enough of those wealthy, corrupt men abusing their power and using violence to exploit others. You have enough of mobsters' disregard for others, affecting your life now, seven years after it destroyed your family.
You jump to your feet, angered, clenching your fists and yelling "NO! I'm not going anywhere! I'm not letting criminal scumbags chasing me away from my own home and my life! I won't let rich sick fucks keep ruining the lives of 16-year-olds to do their dirty work for them! I'm NOT leaving!"
As you catch your breath, and the fire that lit up in your head dies down, you notice that Daniel is staring at you awkwardly and his face is flushed. "What...?" you start to say and slowly glance downward to realize that in your impassioned outburst, the belt of your bathrobe loosened and the cotton fabric slid off one of your shoulders.
"I'm sorry," you say, abashed, pulling your sleeve up, readjusting your bathrobe and tightening your belt.
"No, no, no, Jun, don't be sorry," Daniel says. "I'm the one who should say sorry. I bust in your home, behaving like a jackass. I didn't even realize you had just taken a shower."
You sit down, bent over your thighs, your hands clasped together in front of your mouth. Daniel joins you, wraps his arm around your shoulders and tenderly raises your chin to look in your eyes. "What was that about, Jun?" he asks, his eyes full of concern for you.
You look at his worried and beautiful face and you decide that you can trust this man, who seems hellbent on protecting you. You tell him about your father's past business, your mother's illness and passing, your social work with youths, how every time you bail one of them from jail and do your darnedest to give them a chance at a better life, they go back to the gangs, to a life of petty crime, grand larceny or worse.
By the time you're done, you're weeping quietly.
"I didn't know, Jun" Daniel says in his most gentle, husky voice. He wipes your tears. You feel the warmth of his hand on your back and his body so close to you. You get flustered by the heady mix of his musky scent and his cologne.
Daniel gets closer to you and softly says in your ear "You are amazing and the bravest fighter I've ever met." He takes deep breaths in your neck and hair and whispers "I love how you smell, Jun. Do you want to pick up where we left yesterday?" You blush instantly and nod.
He pulls on your bathrobe, uncovering your breasts. He gently cups one and pinches your nipple. You can't help but moan and you hear him growl. You also feel the firmness of his body against you. Gasping for breath, you are only able to utter "Daniel... I want..."
"What do you want, Jun?" he asks, his tongue and teeth teasing the lobe of your ear.
"Aahh!" you moan again. "I want you to take me," you say timidly.
He's now on top of you. You feel small, exposed but completely safe beneath his ripped body and between his strong arms. He's looking at you with his signature smirk and smug look that you've grown to adore.
"Let's go to your bedroom," he decides.
You're now completely naked, the bathrobe having slid off you. You are not sure when Daniel took his shirt off, but he's now topless, wearing only his black jeans. You stand up and lead Daniel by the hand up the stairs to your bedroom. You climb on your bed, get on your knees, while Daniel stands still by the bed. His jeans are taut as his desire grows underneath the dark denim.
You don't need to speak, you know what you both want. You unclasp his belt, unbutton his jeans and pull them down to his knees. He is stiff and you caress the bulge of his erection underneath the cotton of his boxers. He groans and grabs you by the hair, firmly but gently. You come close to him, the warm breath from your mouth hitting him through the cotton of his underwear. He shivers lightly and growls in anticipation.
You slip your fingers under his shorts' waistband and pull downward slowly, freeing his erect manhood in all its glorious magnificence. You tickle its length with the tip of your tongue. Daniel closed his eyes now and he is breathing deep and fast. You lick his hard-on with the flat of your tongue, slowly and purposefully, up and down and around, pressing here and there to find his buttons. He gasps and moans loudly when you suddenly take all of his shaft in your warm wet mouth. You wrap your tongue around his ribbed horn, following the ridges of his engorged member, exploring where he is most sensitive, blowing him with varying intensity.
"Aarhh!" he grunts. "I don't know what you're doing to me but don't stop, it feels amazing!"
Encouraged by his reaction, you grab his buttocks for support and you swallow him as deeply as you can and shift between slow and fast paces, your tongue wagging and pressing on his shaft.
"Whoa, Jun, stop, stop, not yet, I'm gonna spunk all over your beautiful face if you keep going," he says, smiling while pulling away from you. You pout with disappointment, which apparently suddenly arouses him.
"Oh my God, you're so sexy," he growls, leaning forward, grabbing your face and forcing his tongue deep in your mouth, tasting his own pre-cum mixed with your saliva.
Daniel leaves you breathless and dizzy but you manage to say "I want to please you, Daniel."
He smiles at you, with his eyes and his wet reddened lips. "No, it's my turn to please you now," he says, gently pushing you on your back and pulling your legs from underneath your backside.
"What are you doing?" you ask, knowing full well his intentions.
"I want to know how delicious you taste," he says as he buries his face between your thighs.
You tremble with anticipation and you can't control your reaction when you feel the wet warmth of his tongue on the most secret and guarded parts of your body. You let out a loud, convulsive moan, which seems to please him as he groans with his lips and mouth full of your secret garden. He licks you slowly and conscientiously, as if he was savoring the most delicious and creamiest of ice cream, before flicking his tongue on your secret button.
"Daniel!" you cry, "I'm close! Stop!"
He pauses and comes closer to your face, a large grin of satisfaction on his.
"What do you want, princess?" he asks, covering your face and neck with sweet little pecks, driving you crazy with desire.
"I want us to cum together," you blurt out.
"Is that so?" he smirks. He's now on top of you, completely naked and watching your face intensely with his wolf's eyes. You feel his hot, throbbing member brushing against the inside of your thighs. Your eyes are locked to his, and you know he wants to watch your face as he enters you. You feel him pushing himself into you and your eyes widen before rolling back in their sockets and you bite your lips to prevent yourself from crying out of sheer ecstasy.
"Oh God, Jun, you feel like heaven," Daniel gasps, burrowing his face in your neck and hair.
"I want you, Daniel," you whimper, "Please, I want it deeper, harder. I want to be filled with all of you!"
Daniel revs up his back-and-forth and clings onto you, covering you with kisses.
"Jun... Jun, I'm gonna cum, please look at me, I want to see you cum too," he urges you, panting. "Oh God, I'm cumming... I'm cumming, now!" he cries, kissing you frenziedly and convulsing violently as both your moans drown into this kiss.
Daniel holds you tight, twitching, and kissing your face before rolling on his side. You turn on your side so that you can see his face. You get closer to him and hug him. He hugs you back snugly. Maybe it's the intense passion of the moment, but you can't find any other words to free yourself of the whirlwind of emotions inside you.
"Daniel, I love you," you tell him, smiling, overwhelmed with wonder to see his beautiful, exhausted face.
"I love you too, Jun," he replies, with the warmest kindness and care in his eyes, kissing your forehead.
You fall asleep in each other's embrace, elated and leaving all the worries in the world aside.