Sweet Release (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance)

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Authors: Victoria Villeneuve
to look at me. That was gentlemanly, but… in other circumstances, he’d have had absolutely nothing to be ashamed about. He was packing some serious heat.
     
    “We’ll work the other leg next time,” I said. “Probably a good idea to alternate, so you’re not walking funny.”
     
    “Sure,” he said, his words just a little clipped. “Sounds good. Um… so…”
     
    “I’ll step out,” I told him, and gave him a pat on the chest that I probably shouldn’t have. Either because it was too much like a ‘there there’ pat—poor thing, sorry about your boner!—or because it was maybe just a little to appreciative—thanks for the show, buddy! I couldn’t decide, and didn’t stick around to try and do it. Instead, I left him to dress.
     
    When I stood outside the door, in the suddenly relative cool of the still sweltering gym—God, it had gotten hot in there, hadn’t it?—I did my best not to smile like an idiot. I’d gotten Mr. Mike hard, and as much as it was my professional duty not to take any pleasure in that… I really, really did.
     
    I schooled my demeanor to calm, cool and collected when he came out. He passed me a ten, and then frowned. “Uh, that’s not for… I mean, not because…”
     
    “It’s okay,” I said. “It happens all the time. Not a huge deal. I mean, I’m not saying it wasn’t… um… just…” I sighed, closed my eyes. Good job. Lets draw all the attention to the elephant cock in the room. “I meant to say it doesn’t make me think any different of you.” That was at least mostly true.
     
    “Still,” he said, “I didn’t mean it to get like that. I wasn’t thinking anything, you know… like that.”
     
    I took the ten. “Thanks.”
     
    “Yeah. So, I’ll come see you again soon. I… don’t always get a chance to check in with Alice, though. Do you have like… a number, or an email or… something?”
     
    I smiled. He seemed so shy about it, which made me wonder why exactly why he wanted my number. I could have told him that he could call the gym any time he wanted to book with me but… I decided him having my number might not be the worst thing.
     
    So I handed him one of my handful of business cards. “It’s my personal number on there, so… you know if you get the voice mail or something don’t be surprised. I can’t really afford a separate business line yet is all.”
     
    “Oh, sure,” he said. “I get that. So… I’ll call you.”
     
    “Good,” I said. “I’d like that.”
     
    “I mean to book a session,” he clarified, as if I needed it.
     
    I grinned at him and tried my damnedest not to look at all feral or hungry for him which, I realized, I very much was. God, it had been years. Six long years, and four vibrators, and martial arts training was not the only itch I needed to scratch.
     
    We parted awkwardly, and I watched him walk toward the back of the gym, where the locker rooms and showers were.
     
    On second though, he filled those gym shorts out just fine.
     
     
     

Chapter 4
 
    Michael
     
    Friday evening came around no matter how much I hoped it would just stay away. Tony couldn’t be put off forever, so I cleaned up as much as I could. I called him before I left, just to make sure he didn’t have something else going on that would get me out of it.
     
    He didn’t—he’d had business earlier, but it was all done now and he already had pasta on the stove. You wouldn’t have thought it to look at him, but Tony had learned to cook from Ma, and he was pretty good at it. He had a weird collection of talents like that. Not all of them about how to break bones.
     
    I hadn’t gotten another massage from Ella—or used her number. I’d thought about it, but especially now I’d think about Tony at almost the same time. I imagined stupid stuff like introducing Ella to my brother. Not that she and me were gonna go anywhere but, I mean, why else do you bother, right? Prison had lost me my taste in one night

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