The Mob Gave Me a Week to Leave, So I Took Over Dorchester novel · Chapter 9 of 24

Chapter 9: The Workbench

The workbench in the basement was exactly the height of my hips, and Marek had me sitting on it with my legs hanging open.

The space heater glowed orange in the corner.

The pegboard behind him held forty tools, each hung on its own outlined hook, and the whole room smelled of machine oil and sawdust.

It was four on Friday afternoon.

I had asked to see where he went at night when he could not sleep.

He had shown me.

Then I had kissed him against the vise, and he had picked me up and put me here.

"My father built this bench," he said, with his hands on my knees. "I was nine. He let me hold the level."

"What was he like?" I asked.

"Quiet." His thumbs moved on the inside of my thighs. "He never raised a hand to anybody. He used to say hands are for holding things up. Roofs. Brothers. Women."

I looked down at his hands, scarred and enormous, resting on my skin.

"He'd have liked you," I said.

"He'd have thought I was slow," he said.

"You are slow," I said.

"Yes."

"I like it."

He smiled, and it changed his whole heavy face.

I took hold of his collar and pulled him down.

He kissed me with his eyes open, and I felt it all the way to my feet.

He undid my sweater and lifted it off.

He undid my jeans and eased them down, and my underwear after.

I sat bare on the rough wood with the heater warming one side of me.

He wedged his shoulders between my knees and bent his head.

His beard scratched the insides of my thighs.

Then his mouth found me, hot and slow, and I rocked back on my palms with a gasp.

He licked me in long lazy strokes, up and around, and circled my clit with the very tip of his tongue until my thighs shook.

I put my heels on his shoulders.

He grunted his approval and pulled me forward by the hips until my backside was at the very edge of the bench.

"Marek." My voice cracked. "Don't stop."

"Wasn't going to."

He slid two fingers inside me, thick and slow, and found the spot.

I came apart in his mouth within a minute, with one hand in his hair and the other flat on the bench behind me.

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