Page 58 of Convenient Mafia Vows

“I-I don’t know.” She casts her eyes down to the floor.

“How can you not know? You spoke to him. What did he say?”

“He didn’t say anything.” She pauses. “He said he can understand why you married me.”

He heard. It’s only a matter of time before he does something with the information. His comment to Emily, that they’ll be seeing a lot more of each other, suddenly takes on a whole new meaning.

I slide my phone out of my pants pocket. I need to warn Kyle and Terry. Especially Kyle since our meeting this morning. If Olivia knows, then that loose cannon will be firing in all directions before we can reverse the damage.

“Caleb, I’m sorry.”

I hear her voice catch, but I’m too busy letting my family know that shit’s about to go down thanks to her carelessness. It’s my fault. I should’ve warned her what she was getting into, but I thought her innocence would serve her better than a summary of mafia life. Maybe I should’ve just married Olivia and sucked up the consequences.

“Maybe he won’t tell Olivia.” Her voice has shrunk, which only irritates me more.

“Maybe we’ll all be living on the fucking moon this time next year.” I can be an asshole when I want to be, but right now, I’m not about to put her feelings first.

So, I don’t even hear her move until she thumps the elevator button to close the doors.

“Victoria?”

I cross the room and mount the three steps up to the elevator in one fluid movement, thrusting my arm between the doors just as they’re about to close. I don’t even think about it. I step inside the elevator, press her up against the back wall, and kiss her.

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VICTORIA

When his lips meet mine,and I feel his tongue filling my mouth, I lose the ability to think. Any anger I felt towards him is instantaneously converted into lust, and I find myself reaching for his shirt buttons, fumbling to unfasten them so that I can run my hands across his inked chest.

He grips my wrists in his fists, raises my arms above my head, and holds them tightly with one hand, his other hand ripping open my shirt.

I gasp, but the sound is swallowed by his mouth.

Somehow, my bra follows my shirt onto the elevator floor, and he pinches my nipple until I cry out. His eyes meet mine. A silent warning not to stop him. His hand slides down to the waistband of my jeans. I feel his knuckles digging into the soft flesh of my abdomen as he unfastens the button and pulls down the zipper, and my pussy starts throbbing.

I want him so badly it’s like an ache inside that only he can soothe.

His mouth pulls away, and I find myself reaching for him, my swollen lips lost without him. “Don’t move.” Caleb waits for me to nod that I understand.

Then he drops to his knees in front of me. He drags my jeans and panties down over my hips, exposing my sex to the open elevator doors and the apartment beyond, and I feel the dampness between my legs. I could lower my arms. I could cover my nakedness, entwine my fingers through his hair, turn around and bend over so that he can fuck me from behind. But I don’t. I keep my arms raised above my head just like he told me to.

He spreads my thighs, and I open my legs wider, needing to feel his tongue inside me. He’s rough, dragging his tongue across my clit until it’s engorged and then sucking on it, until I’m bent double over him.

He sits back, hands still holding my sex apart. “I told you not to move, Victoria.”

“Sorry.” I’m panting, breathless, my orgasm so close, I could make myself come just thinking about his tongue.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Lick me.” It’s barely more than a whisper; the words are so unnatural to me.

“Give me one good reason why I should lick you.” His eyes never waver from mine.

“Because… Because I want to come.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to come yet.” He stands, leans over me, both hands against the wall on either side of my head so that I can’t move.

“Please, Caleb.” I’m throbbing so hard I’m going to explode with or without him.

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