Page 63 of Assistant to the Mafia

Romeo was not where she’d left him, and had most certainly not fallen back to sleep. The comforter had been pulled down and the man himself was perched on the corner of the mattress. His blue eyes practically glowed with hunger as he raked his gaze over her like he hadn’t had plenty of opportunity to see what she was wearing.

“Is this a hint?” she asked with a poorly swallowed laugh.

“You could say that.” Romeo stood, his sweatpants hanging tauntingly low on his hips. “We need to get to work. Babies don’t make themselves.”

Grace grinned, purposely fiddling with the hem of her pajama top. “What about Lucy?”

“It’s Saturday. When she wakes up, she’s going to run straight to the family room and park herself in front of the TV for three hours of cartoons. The only other thing she’ll have on her mind is breakfast, which Irene will take out to her.” Romeo slid his hands beneath Grace’s top, his fingers skimming her skin. He pushed the fabric up as his hands raised, until he had both breasts beneath his palms.

Grace gasped softly as he rolled his thumbs over her nipples.

“You really do have beautiful breasts,” he said, his voice dropping deliciously low.

She moaned unintentionally as he lingered over her chest, and just when she went to reach for him, Romeo swept her shirt entirely away. He bent down and trailed kisses along the length of her neck, over her collar bone and down between the valley of her breasts, until he’d dropped to his knees before her. Her pajama shorts fell to the ground and, carefully, he helped her step free of them.

Instead of setting her second leg back on the floor, Romeo draped it over his shoulder and leaned in, kissing his way up the inside her thigh. His mouth sealed over her pussy and she curled a hand into his hair, her head falling back. She was barely staying upright, little electric jolts of pleasure zinging through her with each sweep of his tongue. He pushed it inside, he swirled it over her clit. He was everywhere.

Just as she was surely about to explode, he backed off. Her leg was lowered from his shoulder. She blinked at him, too breathless to voice the question.

Romeo smirked at her, standing, and shoved his own pants to the floor with a single motion. “The only place you come this morning is on my dick.” He anchored both hands to her ass and rocked his erection against her, taunting. “But once I’m inside you, angel, you come as many times as you want.”

Grace licked her lips. “Romeo, please…”

He nibbled on her ear, walking her slowly backward toward the bed. “Please what?”

She reached up and curled her fingers into the backs of his arms. “Please … fuck me. I need you.”

He growled low in his throat and spun her around without warning. “Bend over, hands on the bed. Show me this glorious ass.”

Heat rushed through her and Grace gripped hold of the piled-up comforter, her breasts pressing into the fabric as she tipped forward enough to do as he’d asked. She widened her stance in anticipation and drew a breath.

Romeo squeezed both cheeks of her ass, then stroked his hands over her hips. She felt his length slide between her folds. A second later he was driving himself deep into her core, the distinctive sound of skin slapping against skin reaching her ears as he stretched her. “Fuck, you’re so tight, angel.” He wasted no time falling into a hard rhythm, slamming so deep inside her she swore she could feel it in her soul.

He moved a hand to her hair, twisted it around his fist, and tugged enough to arch her back as her head was pulled up again. Somehow, the miniscule movement altered his angle, and she choked on a cry.

“That’s it, angel,” he said roughly. “Come. Come for me.”

Tears stung her eyes and her body shattered in sparkling, burning, fabulous heat.

Romeo didn’t stop. He released her hair, his fingers sliding down her neck and squeezing gently before his arm adjusted, curving to latch on to the nearest boob. Bent over her, his pace became a deeper, more drawn out drag against her now sensitized nerves. He groaned, cursing under his breath, and his lips found her skin. “Gonna fill you so full,” he murmured between kisses. “Can’t wait to see your body swollen with my seed.”

Grace gasped and ground into him again.

She felt his cock jerk, felt his body shudder, heard his long, low groan as he released inside her.

Romeo held her in place for a long moment, both of them breathing hard. Then he turned her around again and hauled them both onto the bed. A wicked grin curved his lips as he laid back and dragged her on top of him. “Wanna watch you fly, angel. Ride my cock until we both come.” His hands stroked over her skin, over her thighs, over her belly, over her hips. “Let me see you let go.”

His insistence convinced her, and Grace lowered herself onto his somehow still erect length. He’d held her in his lap before, but this felt different. This made her feel more powerful.

She tipped her head back, her fingers digging into his sculpted abdominal muscles, and rocked her hips to seat him deeper. It felt sinfully good, so she let herself focus on only that—only him, and her, and them.

nineteen

Acceptance

The sun came out again on Sunday, and Romeo insisted on taking the three of them to a local ice rink. Something fun they could do as a family despite the cold, he’d said. Grace personally thought he suggested it out of pure defiance for having previously been accused of hiding away from the wintery weather. Either way, they piled into the Navigator and headed out, with Enrico driving a second SUV containing three more men directly behind them.

It was the closest to royalty Grace imagined she’d ever feel.

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