Page 36 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

We peeked out.

There was nobody in the kitchen.

We both tiptoed out and faced each other – me holding my blouse closed with one hand, him standing there half-naked with his wet shirt balled up in one hand.

This was the part where it was going to get awkward. I just knew it.

The part where he said,This was fun, but it can’t happen again.

Or where we both stuttered and stumbled and said something like,See you around.

I hated that.

I hated that I’d just had the absolute best sex of my life – by a country mile – with the hottest guy I’d ever been with, and it was probably going to be the last time, too.

But…

All good things must come to an end, I guess.

“Well…” I started –

And then he surprised me by bending over and kissing me passionately.

I felt his hand slip inside my blouse and cup my left tit, then gently tweak my still-hard nipple.

In two seconds flat, I was ready to fuck him again.

Soready.

But he pulled back, gave me that million-dollar smile, and winked. “Till next time.”

Then he walked out of the kitchen, leaving me in stunned silence.

I stood there for about fifteen seconds, not knowing what the fuck had just happened –

And then I saw the clock on the wall.

6:12.

SHIT!

I ran as quietly as I could in the darkness all the way across the mansion to the servants’ quarters.

When I got to my room, I changed my underwear, put on a bra and a new blouse, and then ran back to the kitchen.

6:21.

My coworkers would be showing up any second.

Fuck!

I looked around for signs of what had happened –

And realized there were buttons all over the floor of the pantry.

I frantically got on my hands and knees and picked up every one I could find –

And realized there were big dollops of wetness on the floor.

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