Page 42 of Mafia Christmas Vows

We settle in to work together. The oven behind us hums, and the silence feels…

Companionable.

Is this what it is to have a wife? Companionship?

I’m not sure if it’s the season, or if it’s merely the room, but I feel…

Content.

Maggie walks me through the process of placing the cookies in the oven. By the time they’re done, a new tray is ready to bake, and so on until all of the dough has been baked into the small shapes.

Maggie produces sweet white frosting, and we proceed to decorate.

I look at where she’s trying to paint a face on a star. “A face?”

“Yes. My mom always put faces on them. Said it made them look happier for the season.”

“I don’t see how a face will do that.”

She rolls her eyes. “Well, it doesn’t matter. When I was a kid I just wanted to lick the frosting off anyway, so I think she probably said that just to make sure I had something to do so I didn’t eat all of the frosting.”

Lick the frosting…

An idea forms in my mind. I take my spoon, pull some of the sticky liquid…

And dollop it on her face.

Maggie’s jaw drops. “Alexei! What…”

Quickly, I swoop in, and lick the frosting off of her.

Her face goes that delightful, perfect shades of crimson.

My cock is throbbing now. I lean in and press a kiss on her lips.

“Perhaps I can tempt you to lick the frosting after all?”

Her pupils go wide with lust.

A hungry growl forms in my throat. Quickly, I sweep my hand across the large butcher block in the kitchen that we use for the preparation of food, knocking cookies everywhere as I go.

“Alexei…” she pauses.

I freeze. “They are beautiful. I will make one hundred more of them. But if I do not taste you right now, I will lose my mind,” I growl at her.

Maggie’s eyes widen, and when I lean down to pull her up and place her on the counter, she doesn’t protest.

“Clothes,” I grunt, tugging at her leggings.

She’s halfway to doing as I ask when her eyes take on a devious gleam.

“What if I want to taste you?” she whispers.

Fuck.

Fuck.

She takes advantage of the way my body has completely frozen by sliding off of the counter and taking one of the bowls of icing.

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