Page 30 of Assistant to the Mafia

“Grace? Is everything okay? You sound a little off,” Dr. Miles asked.

Grace wrapped one hand halfway around Romeo’s torso, holding onto him as if another point of contact would help to steady her. “It’s just—” He filled her with a grinding roll of his hips, teasing. Taunting. Torturing. She swallowed a moan. “Been an emotional couple of days,” she finally said. At least that much was true. “So I’m running it off.” Complete lie. Although this did technically count as cardio, she supposed. “Sorry for the multitasking.”

Romeo squeezed her butt, using the grip to help keep her moving while her brain was distracted.

“If you say so,” Dr. Miles replied slowly. “If now’s a bad time, though, you can always call back.”

Romeo angled his head, dipping it just slightly and sweeping his tongue across the swell of her breast until he could take her entire areola into his mouth. He moved one hand up her back, pressing at her spine, encouraging her to arch into him.

Grace wanted to sob from the pleasure, but she couldn’t let her doctor know what she was doing. “Now,” she said, hoping the gasp was passable for what she claimed, “is the only time. I’ve been forgetting.” What was the old saying? In for a penny, in for a pound, right? “I would really like to have my IUD removed.”

Romeo licked across her nipple and she dared look toward him again, finding his gaze locked on her face. It only made her hotter.

“Oh, all right.” Dr. Miles was quiet a moment, the faint sound of typing lost to Grace’s ears over the closer and more intimate sound of wet, slapping skin. “Looks like you’ve only had it in for about two years, is it giving you problems?”

Grace bit her lips for a second to restrain a sob. She’d definitely hoped they’d get straight to the scheduling and be done, not have a full-on conversation. Her body was so worked up, but she’d never be able to show her face if she orgasmed on the phone. “No,” she said, almost gasping again. “Actually, I’m—” Her gaze darted back to Romeo as he trailed his tongue in a slow, evil circle around the areola of the boob he was worshipping. “I’m getting married.”

His lips lifted in another frighteningly wide smile.

“Really?” Dr. Miles asked.

Romeo tilted his hips ever-so-slightly.

“Yes.” Grace cleared her throat roughly even as she nearly fumbled the phone with the spike of pleasure. “We want to have a family, so I kind of have to get it out,” she said, as quickly as she could manage.

“I see, I see.” Dr. Miles paused again. “It looks like I could slip you in in about three weeks? Or would you prefer—”

“This week,” Grace interrupted as Romeo popped off her chest. “I promised him I’d have it done before Valentine’s.”

“My calendar’s full, Grace,” Dr. Miles said. “I’m sorry.”

“Please,” she said, the plea in her voice a little too honest. “I’ve been so busy, I kept forgetting to call. I can pay for your overtime or have a lunch catered, for the whole office.” She didn’t know if she was just desperate to finish this call and get back to getting railed or if the desperation inside her actually had to do with achieving this goal, but it felt genuine regardless.

Dr. Miles didn’t reply right away. “If I were taking bribes, I might be persuaded by a reservation for two on Valentine’s Day at The Dragon’s Roast. Around seven o’clock. My husband and I have always wanted to try it.”

Grace’s jaw dropped. It wasn’t nearly the first time she’d been approached about the restaurant, but she hadn’t been prepared. And on the heels of the shock came disappointment, because she didn’t have that pull.

Romeo leaned in and pressed his lips to her ear. “Done. Drinks on the house.”

She sucked in a breath that was too emotional for her logical brain to comprehend. “I can do that,” she said, her voice a little shaky. “Dinner and drinks, seven-fifteen?”

A smugly pleased tone that reminded Grace a little too much of her mother filled Dr. Miles’ voice when she replied again. “Well, then I guess I can squeeze you in this Friday at eleven-forty-five. Don’t be late.”

Grace dropped the phone with a relieved, gasping breath as soon as the line clicked.

“Fuck, I don’t know how I feel about your doctor,” Romeo said with a grunt as he swept his hands up her back again.

“Me either,” Grace said, panting freely and letting her hips roll against his. “Please, please can we—”

“Hell yes, we’re coming.” He twisted them around on the bed, pinning her with his arms tight around her body, and slammed deep. She cried out, clinging to him, tears leaking from her eyes as he kept going. “You were such a good girl, Grace. And good girls get all the best orgasms. Come whenever the fuck you want, angel. Let me hear it.”

Her back bowed as sharply as his grip allowed and a scream of ecstasy unlike any she’d ever heard from herself tore from somewhere deep inside as he sank into her one more time. White hot pleasure consumed her, overwhelming her, and it was all Grace could do to cling to him. She barely noticed Romeo’s own roaring release or the way he trembled above her, the way he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck and held himself there for a long second.

She just knew it felt too good. Better than she had ever imagined possible.

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