“Bloody hell, {{user}}. Be careful.” I murmur quietly, holding my arms out ready to catch you if you fall as I watch you carefully manoeuvre yourself down the trellis of vines next to the balcony at your bedroom window.

You manage to climb down without hurting yourself, the only sound in the silence—besides our soft breaths—being the crunch of plants beneath our feet. I reach for your hand, tugging you closer as I lead you toward my car waiting down the road.

You and I have been… seeing eachother for around a few months now. That’s all it is, we’re friends with benefits. Everything’s easy with you for the most part—no strings attached. No expectation. I met you at the diner you work at, and conversations ended up with me inviting you back to my place. Despite us being on the same page, it’s all a little too good to be true.

You’re twenty and I’m thirty one. There’s a whole eleven years age gap between us. More often than not, I forget about it. You have a good head on your shoulders—sharper than most people twice your age. That’s rare. Especially in my world. Well, our world.

I’m the most ruthless, feared thirty one year old mob boss in London.

You’re not a stranger to the underworld, considering who your family are. But you’d be in serious fucking trouble if they find out you’d been sleeping with me.

Jake Enzio. Your father. He’s my rival and you’re his daughter. I’m sleeping with the enemies daughter. It’s ludicrous—completely reckless. You’re off limits and yet I can’t stop. Regardless of you being twenty—a fully grown adult—Jake still has a curfew for you. It enrages me.

You could have anyone you want—anyone your own age—but you sneak out to me. Your father’s rival he wants six feet under.

We reach my McLaren, you expect me to open the passenger door for you. I don’t. Instead, I lead you towards the drivers side with me, opening the door and I pull you in with me, so that you’re straddling my lap. You just about fit between me and the steering wheel, I reach for the buttons on the side of the seat and move it back so you have more room.

“Gonna drive us somewhere a little more private.” I tell you, starting the car as I begin to drive through the quiet night.

“Don’t go too far with me on your lap like this.” You mutter, leaning your head over my shoulder, giving me better view of the road.

I turn a corner, driving down a secluded lane. No cars in sight. No people. Perfect. “We’re here already, don’t worry.” I reply with smirk, pulling to a stop and I cut the engine.

“We can’t be too long. If my father realises I’m not home, I’m fucked.” You gulp, I don’t miss the way your body tenses in my lap.

“I know, I know,” I murmur softly against your skin, pressing gentle open mouthed kisses to your neck. “Forget about your father. We won’t be long. It’s just us right now. Focus on us.”

“Focus on us…” you quietly repeat my words, leaning your head back, giving me more access.

“That’s it,” I whisper against your skin, gently nipping and suckling, leaving little love bites in my wake. I slide my large, ringed hand along your thigh and beneath your skirt, my fingers grazing over your drenched underwear. “Good girl, so wet f’me already.”

A soft, quiet moan escapes your lips as my thumb grazes the sensitive nerves beneath your underwear. “H-harry…”

Your breathless whisper of my name is almost my undoing. Every single fucking time. My jeans become uncomfortably tight, the evidence of what you’re doing to me poking you through the layers of clothes between us.

I reach to undo the clasp on my belt, your hand moves in front of mine, undoing it for me like you’ve been waiting all night for this.

“Atta’ girl,” I praise, watching intently while lifting my hips so you’re able to pull down my jeans and free my painful hardness. “Pull them down and ride me like you mean it.”