Page 59 of Convenient Mafia Vows

“You’ll wait if I tell you to, won’t you?” A groan escapes my lips, and Caleb flicks my nipple. “That just cost you a couple of minutes.”

I swallow. “I’m so close, Caleb. Please…”

He cups my pussy with one hand. “You’re throbbing, Victoria.”

He smothers my mouth with his, but keeps his eyes on me, gauging my reaction, inserting a finger into my sex at the same time. He leaves it there, sitting inside me, not moving but feeling what I’m feeling.

“How badly do you want it?” His breath mingles with mine.

I don’t know how to answer this, so instead, I lean into him, stick my tongue in his mouth, and kiss him.

Caleb pulls away. “Answer the question. How badly do you want it?”

“Badly,” I whisper.

He smiles. “Badly enough to wait for it?”

“Yes.” Even though I don’t know how much longer I can wait without finishing myself off.

“Badly enough to come when I tell you to.”

“Yes.” Louder now. More demanding.

He slides his finger out of me and places it between our mouths, watching me lick my taste from him, amusement glinting in his eyes.

“Good girl.” He pulls away from me, turns around, and hits the down button on the elevator panel. The doors shush together, and my stomach twists when we start moving.

“Caleb.” My eyes widen. “What are you doing?”

He smiles. “I’m waiting for you to come.”

I stare at the panel, the levels counting down slowly. I know that the elevator opens directly onto Caleb’s private parking bay, but I don’t know if his driver will be there waiting in the car. Or his brother maybe.

“But what if someone sees us?” I sound desperate even to my own ears.

“Then they’ll know how badly you wanted it too.”

“But—”

He presses his finger to my lips. “Now, Victoria. I’m going down, and I want you to come before we reach the parking lot.”

My mouth is dry. My heart is racing so frantically it’s making me feel nauseous. But my traitorous pussy gives me away by clenching around Caleb’s tongue.

I spread my legs as wide as they can go, groaning in response to his tongue filling me up. I spread my arms above my head too as if I’ve been shackled to the elevator walls and give in to the orgasm that is threatening to explode all over Caleb’s tongue.

“Oh. My. God.” I hear myself say in a husky voice that doesn’t even sound like me.

My orgasm just keeps coming and coming. My entire body convulses against the elevator wall, and when the doors openat basement level, I’m still spreadeagled against the far wall, Caleb’s head between my legs.

There’s a rush of cold air from the parking lot.

“Don’t look.” Caleb stops licking briefly. Then his fingers are inside me, and he’s fucking me with them while filling my mouth with his tongue and breathing into my mouth, “Mianach, Victoria.Gach mianach.”

And I do as I’m told. I keep my eyes closed as we ride the elevator back up to the apartment, and practically fall through the doors, my legs wrapped around Caleb’s waist, his cock inside me.

Caleb is gone when I wake up in his bed the following morning.

Every part of me aches. I roll onto my back, and my swollen sex flinches at the feel of the sheet brushing against it. My nipples are sore. My lips are puffy, and my eyes feel gritty with lack of sleep. But I can’t help smiling to myself when I try to recall how many orgasms I had.

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