Page 122 of Mafia King's Secret Baby

“So responsive, love,” I murmur. My words of praise have an impact on her, and I feel her tighten around me.

The movement causes me to pump into her harder. My hands are gripping her thighs now, my touch almost bruising.

She begins to shudder, and I lightly grip her throat. “Look at me, Caterina,” I grunt.

Her beautiful eyes fly open. She’s looking at me with surprise, and I move my hand so it’s holding her neck up.

I want to look into her eyes when she comes apart for me.

“Are you ready to come for me?” I give her a wicked grin and punctuate my thrusts with a kiss.

I press my thumb against the center of her pleasure.

Caterina gasps and throws her head back. I grip her, keeping our foreheads together. She’s moaning, biting her lip, clearly doing anything she can to not scream.

Her tight walls are gripping me so tightly, I won’t last.

I look into her eyes and smile. “Such a good girl, Caterina,” I whisper.

Then, I slam home once more.

And I come with a grunt.

My spine feels like shocks are running up and down the length of my back. My vision blurs, and I swear that I see shining, sparkling stars as they wheel around.

They frame Caterina’s face.

My breath is heaving in and out of my mouth, and though I am still clothed, I will absolutely have to change here shortly.

I think I might have sweat through my fine linen shirt.

Caterina is panting as well. The sweetness of her breath, the dazed expression in her eyes, lets me know that as drained as I feel, she is feeling the same way.

My wife.

My Caterina.

There’s a shriek from outside the office, a childish giggle of pure joy followed by footsteps as Luna, and presumably Sal or Gia, chases her down the hallway.

Caterina and I both freeze.

I laugh and press my forehead against her. “Well,” I murmur, my lips gently tracing her cheeks.

“Well,” she responds.

“Let me help you with your clothes, tesoro.”

“Oh, I…” she starts.

I pull out of her slowly, and I feel the loss of her body like a cold breeze.

“Wait here,” I whisper.

I go into the bathroom that’s connected to the office. I return with a warm towel and a robe. Caterina is still perched on the desk, looking small as she hugs her arms over herself.

I wrap the robe around her first. “You can use the room to refresh, if you’d like,” I whisper in her ear. “I will get you whatever clothes you wish and leave them here.”

She lets me use the towel to clean her, and I toss it down as I pull her arms through the robe. I press a kiss to her forehead, then move back as she shakes under my lips.

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