Page 27 of Consumed By the Mafia

He shouldn’t believe her. Even if he did, it shouldn’t matter. Itcouldn’tmatter. Ally or not, she was FBI.

Unless…He pushed away from the sink and trailed after her, finding she had returned to the sitting room once more. He wondered for a second if she was the most comfortable there, or if she simply wasn’t allowing herself to wander. Then he let the thought go.

Abby looked up as he stepped into the room.

Ryoma rolled his words around in his head for a beat. “I don’t want to talk about that anymore,” he said plainly. “You gave the boss your word. You’ll be held to that now until the job’s done, and that means you and I are gonna be seeing a lot of each other.”

She nodded slowly. “I suppose it does.”

He dropped into a crouch in front of her. “So let’s do this right. Because if you think I’m suddenly gonna feel like sharing, you’d better think again.”

Abby gaped. “I beg your pardon? Feel like—Not everything is about sex!”

Ryoma let a grin build slowly on his face. “Oh, it’s about more than sex, baby girl.” He reached out and slipped his hands beneath the hem of her ill-fitted shirt. “Although the sex is also important.”

She swatted at his hands, tipping her body toward him in the process. “Sex is how we got in trouble, you idiot. It complicates things.”

“That was the old us,” Ryoma replied, hauling her up by the waist and tossing her over his shoulder. Her shriek only made him grin wider. “The new us is wholly aware of each other. I know exactly who I’m going to be fucking now.”

“Hey! Ryoma!” Abby tugged on the back of his shirt as he walked, her legs kicking helplessly. “Put me down!”

He stepped into the front room and swept his gaze around.Boss must’ve ordered Tony out. Good.Ryoma strode over to the bench seat positioned underneath the large picture window and let Abby slide down to her feet. His hand glided over her skin beneath her borrowed shirt as her tits dragged against his chest. She hadn’t bothered putting her bra back on yet. That made it even better.

Her cheeks were flushed and she immediately glanced around, obviously surprised by their surroundings. She pushed at his chest, attempting to step away. “You can’t gofrom basically not talking to me to—Hey! What’re you doing?”

Ryoma dipped his fingers past the waistband of her pants, which were hanging on by the sturdy grace of a fully drawn drawstring. He lowered his lips to her ear, using his arms to hold her against him. “Touching you. Figured that was obvious.” He nibbled the curve of her earlobe and drew his hands around to tug at her drawstring. “I’m gonna get on my knees for you and feast on your sweet pussy. Then I’m gonna pick you up, sit you on my lap, and fuck into you so good, you won’t even care if that door opens while I’m balls deep inside you.”

Her breath shuddered out of her and Abby tilted her head back as his lips lowered to her neck. “Th-that’s … a terrible … idea.”

He pushed her pants past her hips, letting the fabric fall to the floor and revealing her unadorned pussy. “Is it?” He reached lower and stroked two fingers over her folds, his lips teasing the column of her throat. “Doesn’t feel like you dislike it, though.”

His fingers slipped past her damp folds and she breathed out a curse. Her hands reached up to twist into his shirt, holding onto him. He teased her clit with the pad of his fingers, then broke from her skin. “Spread your legs, baby girl. Show me that pretty pussy.”

nine

Little Moments

She came apart onhis tongue, her fingers buried in his hair and her hips undulating against his face as her barely restrained moans filled the air. It was as beautiful as it was delicious. He would have liked to have her all the way naked and screaming her euphoria, but there was something to be said for this, too.

Ryoma pulled away from her heady sweetness, licking his lips, and pushed to his feet. “Think I changed my mind about the lap dance,” he said, backing her toward the window seat. “I’m feelin’ a little too rough for that.”

Abby blinked up at him, her porcelain cheeks flushed from her orgasm. “What?”

Instead of answering, he scooped her up and laid her on her side on the cushioned bench. He wasted no time climbing on with her, kneeling sideways so he might fit, as the bench wasn’t technically wide enough for him to lay flat. He reached for the belt buckle at his waist as she pushed herself upright.

“Ryoma! Someone could see!” The color staining her cheeks and the bridge of her nose had brightened from fresh embarrassment and she cut a pointed glance to the window at her shoulder as she spoke. It was only one of the windows in the room, of course. There was a set of forward-facing windows on the other wall, too. The excellent lighting and viewing angles were all reasons they liked to use this room as a vantage point.

Ryoma continued releasing his pants with one hand and shot out the other, grabbing hold of her hip and dragging her back to him. “So? Let ‘em.” He lifted her leg to his shoulder and straddled the other as his dick sprang free, his gaze raking over her form to appreciate the way her borrowed shirt had rumpled up over her hips, fully exposing her still glistening pussy. “Someone wants to peep, they get a little free porn.” He squeezed her thigh. “Doesn’t mean they getyou. You’re all mine, baby girl.”

Abby opened her mouth in response, but Ryoma had already lined himself up with her entrance. The first syllable was barely formed on her tongue when he pushed his full length inside with a rolling thrust of his hips. Her intended words died on her lips and her head fell back as a strangled moan escaped her.

It was a feeling he fully understood. Whatever else held between them, however otherwise complicated things were,thiswas not. This was pure fucking ecstasy.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he rasped as he began rocking his hips in a slow back-and-forth. “Seems like I didn’t give you enough earlier. Your pussy’s still so needy.”

She clawed at his arms and the fabric over the bench cover. “Sh-shut up and fuck me.”

He grinned, bent down, and licked his way into her mouth as he let his hips pick up the pace. “Taste me,” he said against her lips. “Taste yourself on me.”

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