Page 223 of Filthy Hot (Five Points' Mob Collection 5)

"Good." He grumbled, "If I’d been them, I’d have hauled you over my shoulder and taken you there myself."

"I slipped through the cracks," was all I said.

"Well, something’s about to slip through your crack," he retorted, and despite myself, I had to giggle, and I pressed my face into his shoulder as I did so.

"Don’t make me laugh."

"I wasn’t joking," he said wryly.

I turned my face into his throat and pressed a kiss there. As his head rocked back, I followed, and as I anointed the area with kisses, lathing it here and there, fluttering the tip along the sinews, I whispered, "Aidan, you’re not allowed to die."

"I know, little one. I know."

That was when he thrust the finger deeper into my ass, and took things to a whole other level.