Page 24 of The Marriage Contract

“I won’t be long,” she says when she pulls back, turning away.

I look at her ass in that dress, the fabric hugging her fine rear tightly. It takes all my effort not to spank her and watch her perfect shape tremble for me. As she walks away, her hips swish from side to side.All part of the act …

“Somebody’s smitten,” Mother says, sidling beside me and leaning on my arm.

“Somebody’s drunk,” I counter.

My father stands nearby, typing angrily into his phone.

“Am I?” Mother giggles. “It doesn’t change anything. I meant what I said. She truly looks wonderful tonight—a real picture!”

“I thought you disapproved.”

“Have I said that?” she snaps harshly.

“You haven’t needed to.”

“So you can read my mind?”

I smirk. “I haven’t needed to.”

“Always so clever, Dario,” she says, slurring slightly. “Ever since you were a little boy who could fit in my hand, you were the most intelligent baby ever. And I’m not talking about the entire future. I’m not talking about Family politics. Here, now, tonight, at this party, Elena looks and has behaved beautifully.”

“We can agree, but don’t worry, I won’t hold you to any of this in the morning.”

When Elena returns, I step away from my mother and take her arm again. Immediately, my rod stiffens in my pants as I make contact with her soft, warm skin. The memory of our kiss reappears, the ghost of her lips telling me to do it again and never stop.

Back in the limo, I sit beside her, knowing I’m failing hard at the promise I made to myself. I’m supposed to be distant, but I wrap my arm around her and pull her into me. When she speaks, her warm breath caresses my neck.

“Nobody’s watching us now, are they?” she murmurs.

“The driver can’t see us,” I tell her.

“So, why are you holding me?”

“I don’t need to analyze every little thing I do.”

“That’s not much of an answer …”

“How’s this for an answer?”

I kiss her again, opening my mouth and tasting her, our tongues caressing in that hot-as-hell way. She moans when I place myhand on her leg, feeling her smooth skin and then slipping under her dress. She gasps and bites my lip. It drives me wild.

Sliding my hand higher, I can feel her heat. My dick presses rock-hard against my zipper, and I know I should stop. I know that none of this was part of the deal, but when I press down on the outside of her underwear, I can’t. She’s soaked for me. Her folds feel full and swollen with pure lust.

She breaks off the kiss, staring at me with wide, innocent eyes. It should remind me of the power difference, the age gap, and why I should stop.

“Why are you doing this?” she whispers.

“You feel so damn good,” I growl.

“But it’s not real.”

“No?” I gently push her underwear aside and stroke my finger over her.Fuck. She shivers like she’s been waiting for this moment. Her mouth opens into an O of shock and lust. “Does this feel real?”

I press my thumb down on the nub of her clit, savoring her moan. She grabs my wrist with both of her. “Are you sure nobody can see us?”

“This limo is used for Mafia needs,” I groan, slowly circling her entrance with my finger, teasing her. “It’s soundproofed, and he can’t see us. I wouldn’t let anybody see my fiancée like this. This is for me.Justme.”

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