Page 28 of Surprise Baby for the Mafia Boss

Suddenly I hear a crack, feel Luca’s hands squeezing my breasts tight, and hear him groan all at once. I’m too close to stop now though, I keep going, faster and faster until I feel an intense heat pulse through me, and then release.

I fall down onto his chest, hear him gasp for air, and then he chuckles. I sit up. He’s still inside me, and look up to find him laughing at the fact that we’ve broken his headboard.

Somehow it’s broken in two, which is how his arms were free to grab me.

“That was the craziest, but hottest shit ever,” Luca says as I slide off him and release his hands from the zip ties.

I wink at him and kiss his lips, biting the lower one just a little.

Chapter Fifteen

Luca

The knock on my door tells me that Emelia has arrived. I go to let her in and almost immediately, our lips meet, her hands seek out my neck and hair as I hold her waist tight against me.

I pick her up just slightly and carry her to the bedroom. I had invited her over for dinner again, but it seems we’re going to indulge in dessert first.

The sex comes so easy now. There's a shared rhythm between me and my sister's best friend now, we’re familiar with each other. This is a much tamer version than the last, but it’s enough to melt away the tension of the day and bring that irresistible after-sex glow to her face.

When we’re done, we slip on our robes, hers strategically left at my apartment after her last visit. We eat in our robes and Emelia tells me about her day while she pours us each another glass of wine.

I’ve ordered in Chinese, which she told me a few days ago was something she wished she ate more of. I’m pleasantly surprised to see she’s mastered the art of chopsticks. Eating Chinese with a fork is one of the things that Nonna had always told me was a sign of a lazy person. That, and a dirty car.

“How's the deal going? Do you have enough protection for the shipment at the docks?” she asks.

I almost hear Nonna in her with that question, but that could be because other people around me just don’t know enough about the business to ask any good questions. And those that do know often prefer not to ask too many questions, just in case it gets them in trouble.

“Yeah, I think we do,” I reply, taking a sip of wine. “This is definitely the biggest shipment that my guys have ever dealt with, but we’ve been working on scaling up so they know what to do. I’m probably going to make sure I’m at the warehouse when it comes in, so that I can check it myself.”

She nods as she starts to play with an unruly piece of my hair—almost like I’ve seen her do to her own so many times before. I had felt so stressed before she walked in the door, but now between her soothing voice and soft touch, plus the wine, I’m feeling much more relaxed.

“Em,” I break the silence, using the nickname that only my sister has used before now.

She smiles at me, so clearly it’s okay for me to use too now. “As much as I love sitting in this flat and eating dinner in our robes, tomorrow let’s do something a bit more adventurous.”

“More adventurous?” she asks, cocking her head to one side. Her long brown hair hanging over her shoulder.

“Tomorrow, let’s have dinner in Paris,” I say, picking up my phone to arrange the details.

She laughs. “At Paris, the restaurant downtown?”

I smile at her, knowing she’s not actually playing dumb. “No… In Paris, France.”

“Umm,” she coughs and I laugh. “Luca Baldini, no man has ever given me a trip to France in exchange for a good fuck.” She winks at me.

“Well, it’s more than a good fuck, although it is very good. I just want to thank you properly for everything you’ve helped with since…well, since before we lost Nonna even, I suppose. But also with this deal.”

She’s smiling widely now, and I can tell she’s excited at the thought of jetting off to the 'City of Love'.

“Meet me at my jet tomorrow night at five. I’ll have a driver pick you up. Dress for dinner.” It’s my turn to wink at her and we spend the rest of the night intertwined in each other.

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I get onto the plane and make my way to the seating area to wait for Emelia.

I’ve arranged it so that no staff will work on this flight. Only the pilot will be on board with us. I know my driver who is picking up Emelia will be punctual, so I’ve instructed the pilot to fly at exactly five-thirty, giving him orders to stay in the cockpit and not come out until we land in Paris.

I have plans for Emelia tonight, as a payback for our headboard incident.

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