Page 83 of The Don

“Eventually,” Shae says, “but not any time soon. I don’t need to get married just so no one wonders about when we conceived our baby.”

My hand freezes. My belt is unbuckled, my pants unbuttoned. “Are you sure? If you’re worried about how it looks—”

She laughs, reaching behind her back to unsnap her bra. “I don’t care. The aunts might. My mom definitely does. But I don’t. I’m not…” Her face falls along with her bra.

I rush to her and pull her against me. “Bella?”

She wraps her arms around my neck, her smile sad. “I realize that I’m not great at standing up for myself yet, but I…I want you to know that I can stand up for our baby. I don’t care what anyone thinks about how fast our relationship is moving as long as we know our baby was created out of love.”

“I’ve never doubted that.”

“Really?” Her voice is delicately needy, a sound only she can make. Desire for her settles heavy in my balls.

I brush my mouth along hers. “Really, bella.”

“How long do you want to stay here?”

I pull away. “Here?”

“Zoe’s apartment, I mean. New York, too, I guess?”

“Do you…not want to stay here? I thought you wanted to be near your family.”

“I did,” she says. “I do. But I’m realizing that nearer than Italy doesn’t have to be within walking distance.” She smiles nervously as she says that.

“I understand.” I begin to walk her back into the guest bedroom. Shae thought it would be strange to have sex in Zoe’s bed. “We will find a place where we can be alone…but still close.”

Shae smiles and kisses me quickly before backing out of my hold. “Driving distance close, but not need to spend the night driving distance.” She tells me this while playing with the top of her underwear.

I would say yes to this no matter what. Besides, settling in New York is a cliché that someone like me cannot afford. But if Shae wants to slowly push her underwear over her hips and down her thighs to get me to agree…who am I to stop her?

Her panties finally drop to her feet at the bedroom door.

“Get on the bed.” My voice is harder than I meant for it to sound, but my dick is aching, pulsing in my pants.

Shae turns and walks to the bed slowly, the beautiful flesh on her thighs and ass jiggling with every step. She sits demurely on the edge of the bed, but I shake my head.

“Getonthe bed. On your back.”

I unbutton my shirt and rip it from my body as Shae crawls to her knees and moves sensuously to the middle of the mattress.

Every peek of her brown lips and pink pussy makes me harder.

I move to the edge of the bed and slow down now, undress in unhurried, teasing movements of my own. Shae watches me, her hands moving over her front as her excitement grows. She cups her breasts when I take my undershirt off. Pinches her nipples when I push my trousers down my legs.

She bends her legs at the knees and then spreads them, watching me through her thighs as I stroke my cock through my underwear. When her delicate fingers begin to circle her clit, I shove my hand in my briefs and lightly stroke the length of my dick.

“Are you happy, bella?” I ask in a hoarse voice.

“Yes,” she moans, her hips circling off the bed with that sound. “Are you happy?”

“Almost.”

Her hand stops moving, and she frowns even though her eyes are still hazy with lust. “What?”

I push my underwear down my legs and then crawl onto the bed. I kiss her shins and the top of each knee. I scrape my fingernails over her outer thighs. I kiss my way down her hand and then use my tongue to play with her clit.

“Oh God,” she groans, lifting her hips again.

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