Page 29 of Assistant to the Mafia

Romeo scoffed and covered her lips with his, kissing her hard. His tongue plunged into her mouth, sliding along hers, and he shifted his weight to tangle a hand in her hair. Only when she couldn’t breathe anymore did he ease up, the kiss breaking, and rasp out, “If I want you? If this is ‘something’?” His grip of her hair tightened. “You want to know if I’m serious about you, about this?” He licked at her lips, not sealing the kiss. “What would it take? You want a ring, a big fucking diamond, and my name attached to yours? We can do that.”

Her eyes widened, the breath she didn’t have proper hold of rushing out of her again.

He released her hair to slide his hand down her body and tug at the drawstring of her pants, his fingers dipping inside. He shifted his weight and sank two fingers knuckle deep inside her, his thumb stretching up to spread around her undeniable wetness. Both of them groaned and she did her best to roll her hips.

Romeo lowered his lips to her ear. “How about you get that IUD removed, and I put a baby in you, too?” His thumb danced over her clit. “Maybe I’ll fuck you so full, you’ll give me twins. How’s that for serious, Grace?” His fingers curled as he pumped them into her. “That’s a fucking lifetime commitment right there. You know I take that shit seriously.”

Tears pricked her eyes and she wasn’t even sure if it was from the pleasure of his hand or the intensity of his words and the picture he’d so crassly painted. She was one gentle nudge away from flying over the edge and her heart was busy aching with a whole other kind of euphoria that made the entire experience so much more powerful. “Y-yes. Please, that. All of it. Everything.”

He brushed a kiss over her bruise, so light she barely felt it, then moved his lips back to hers, all while his hand continued its steady rhythm. “You need to come, angel?”

She whimpered. “Yes.”

“Then go ahead,” he murmured, lips grazing hers. “Come. Come on my hand, angel.”

Her body bucked as the orgasm ripped free, as if it had been locked inside her. She felt his hand continue to move with her, helping her ride it out, and her head rolled back in ecstasy.

“Goddamn,” Romeo groaned as he finally slipped his hand out of her loosened pants. He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them in, licking them clean. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

She should have asked him to let her up. Should have insisted they have a proper, focused conversation on the things they very clearly needed to communicate. But her gaze roved down his form, over his muscular chest to follow the tantalizing line of that sharp V, to take in the sight of his renewed erection sticking out of his still undone trousers. It was just disheveled enough to feel a little extra naughty and she found she liked the implications of that far more than she would have expected.

Romeo shifted off her fully, reached up, and tugged the shirt from around her wrists. He hauled her upright, stealing a deep, sloppy kiss, then twisted off the bed and hooked his thumb in his pants. “Get those pants off. I want you naked and straddling me.”

Her core throbbed as fresh heat pulsed through her and Grace scrambled to find her feet. She’d had more orgasms in the past twelve hours than she’d probably had since being promoted to her current job. It was crazy. It was dream-come-true crazy, though, so she wasn’t about to complain.

Romeo was sitting on the side of the bed, completely bare and comforter shoved down again, by the time she walked up to him. He grinned at her almost devilishly and patted his muscular thigh. “Knees on either side of my hips, angel. Need that pussy squeezing my cock.”

Grace climbed onto the bed, having a single second of feeling self-conscious at the way her body might look, but then she saw the heat in his eyes. It was empowering. So she grabbed on to that and threw her leg around his waist, bringing them chest-to-chest again.

His hands landed on her hips immediately and he guided her over him. “That’s it, Grace. Don’t be shy.”

She sucked in a steadying breath and lowered herself onto him, moaning immediately at the way he stretched her. He was thick and so damn long it was almost too much in this position, she started to freak out halfway down his length thinking she couldn’t do it, but dammit she wanted to. She knew she’d taken all of him before. So she kept going, not making an effort to muffle her sounds, and finally he bottomed out.

Romeo let out a throaty groan, one hand burning up her spine to brace her nape. “Fuck, angel, you feel so goddamn good. I should have you sit on me like this all the fucking time.”

Grace leaned forward and pressed herself against him. “We’d never get anything done…”

He chuckled and rocked his hips, effectively grinding against her. “Oh, we’d get something done.” One of his hands disappeared, he lowered his head to trail kisses along her shoulder, and then he tugged her upright by her hair. Suddenly he was holding her phone between them, already unlocked. “Call your OB-GYN. Make the appointment.”

Her mouth fell open and she stared at him. He bucked his hips, triggering a wave of pleasure that pulled another moan from her chest. “Y-you can’t— Right now?”

His smile was feral as his hand moved from her hair to her nape. “Neither of us is coming again until you call, angel.” He leaned closer and slipped his tongue into her mouth, murmuring through the kiss, “Wanna have you pregnant by Valentine’s Day.”

His tongue plunged deeper when she gasped, and being so full of him made her brain malfunction. She gripped him tighter, her hips rocking against his, panting shamelessly when he eased back. It took her a moment to find enough breath to speak. “That’s only ten days from now.”

Romeo wiggled the phone. “Better make the call.”

He was serious. Her body clenched, but Grace realized immediately that the tightening feeling inside her wasn’t apprehension. It was … excitement. Wild, uninhibited, ecstatic excitement.

Grace took the phone with trembling hands, all too aware of Romeo’s hands moving over her skin. Romeo’s cock pumping in and out of her slick, squelching pussy at a steady, semi-torturous pace. Her own absolute nakedness. All of these made for generally unacceptable phone call conditions and she couldn’t believe she was going along with this. But she pulled up her OB’s number and hit the green button and, on instinct, put the phone on speaker.

Maybe she was the crazy one.

When Romeo heard the ringing, his blue eyes lit with approval. He leaned closer and angled his head to run his lips up the far side of her neck, nibbling and sucking and further helping to chase the breath from her lungs. He swirled his tongue around the shell of her ear with absolutely no care for the receptionist on the other end of the line when it connected.

Grace had to lie and tell the stranger she was on the treadmill. The woman seemed hesitant, but ultimately when Grace pleaded to get a message to her doctor, she was put through. She expected to be patched through to a nurse or a voicemail—that was usually how it went—but apparently her doctor was preparing to head out for lunch and had a minute to spare. So she answered.

Romeo moved his hands to her ass and his mouth to her shoulder, occupying himself as if he had no cares at all. She felt him smile when her voice hitched.

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