Page 51 of Mafia Christmas Vows

“I want you, Alexei. I want all of you.”

He freezes. “Maggie. Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I say. I’ll beg if I have to. “I need you.”

He pauses. If I’ve learned anything about Alexei in our time together, it’s that he doesn’t make decisions without thinking about them first.

So I know that right now, all I have to do is wait.

I don’t have to wait long, however, because he moves forward.

His hands are everywhere, and I totally forget that I’m just in expensive underwear and a bra. Alexei makes me feel… powerful. Worshiped. Normally, I’d be pretty self-conscious to be spread out on a desk like this.

However, Alexei’s eyes immediately bolster my confidence. “Look at you, Maggie,” his voice is so low I have to lean forward to make out his words. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I smile and the doubt disappears. In its place, I’m feeling bold and sexy, and I channel that for a moment. Alexei growls when I lay back on his desk and spread my legs open for him. “Please,” I whisper to him.

I want him. I want everything. I want this, and I can’t wait to possibly have it forever.

Alexei’s there in a heartbeat. He still has his pants and shirt on, and he pulls them off slowly. He’s standing naked before me, one hand on each of my knees, spreading me wider.

“These are pretty,” he says as he traces the center of my soaking panties upwards.

I shiver. “I like that they match.”

“I see that. Do you always match?”

“Only when I dress with an audience in mind,” I breathe.Only for you.

His eyes glimmer with satisfaction, and I think that he understands what I haven’t said. He presses my legs closed and hooks a finger in each side of the lacy underwear. I lift my hips up and he slides them down my hips, then drops them on the floor.

“Show me where you want me, Maggie,” he whispers.

Slowly, I part my legs again.

Alexei’s eyes focus sharply on my center. I know I’m wet. I also know that he likes what he sees, because his eyes go unfocused and slack.

And his already impressive cock jerks, like it’s excited to get inside me.

Alexei steps forward, and he pauses.

“Maggie, I don’t…”

“It’s okay,” I pant. “I want… you. Even if there’s… well. I mean. We’re married and all, right?”

“What does that mean?”

I huff. He’s literally pressed right at the edge of where I want him, and I’m getting impatient.

“I don’t care if I get pregnant, Alexei. I’d be happy to have a baby with you,” I snap.

The words feel loud. But I don’t have time to consider his reaction.

Because in the next moment, he pushes inside me, and I’m lost.

We both pant as he fully seats himself. He’s big. Not outrageously so, but big enough that I squirm a little at the intrusion. I’m certainly not expecting it to feel quite like…. This.

“Shit. Maggie. I forgot you…”

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