Page 20 of Savage Boss

“They wouldn’t become so painful if you got your ass home on time,” Vlad grumbled, pushing himself out of Jane’s rocking chair.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “If we’re about to have the exact same argument we’ve had a million times, just forget it. I’m not stepping back from my business. I love my job.”

“Jane…” Vlad growled warningly.

“Vlad…” she mocked him. “You promised never to lock me in the bunker again and I know you won’t do anything to hurt me, so you can keep your empty threats to yourself.”

Vlad stalked to his wife and took her chin in his hand, squeezing tightly and lifting, forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes flared with defiance, which made his cock uncomfortably hard. He hadn’t touched his wife in more than three months. Not since she was hospitalized, then put on bed rest. He’d done his best to set his libido aside and concentrate on giving her time to heal.

His eyes dropped to her full breasts where their son was happily suckling, his adoring eyes on his mother. Vlad tried to suppress the bolt of lust that shot through him, but it was like trying to stop a freight train. He wanted his wife, and he was done waiting.

“You know I would gut any other person who spoke to me the way you do?” he demanded, his fingers curling around her jaw.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “So, you finally admit that you’re a killer?”

It was an ongoing theme in their marriage that Jane was an ex-cop who still worked in law enforcement while Vlad was the most feared mobster in the city and beyond. They were an improbable pair who often clashed, even after more than two years together. Vlad refused to admit to any crimes to his wife and was careful never to do business while she was in the same room. He didn’t think she would actually turn in the father of her son, the man she professed to love, but he wasn’t about to give his sharp little wife any ammunition to use against him.

“Not to you,” Vlad admitted huskily, his eyes dropping to her lips.

“Then I have nothing to worry about.” Her voice was equally as husky,

He ducked his head, taking her lips in a stinging kiss. Though he’d kissed her during the last few months of her pregnancy, he tried to keep things as platonic as possible, never kissing her deeply, never groping her. When it came to Jane, he didn’t have the self-control to leave her alone. He was constantly at war between his desire for her and his desire to keep her safe. So, he’d kept his distance.

He thrust his tongue onto her mouth, instantly getting lost in the heated abyss. She groaned and met his tongue with equal fervour. Vlad tugged her hard against his chest, only remembering their son when he let out a sharp cry of protest.

“Tell me you are healed,” Vlad demanded, lifting his head to give Jane a scorching look. He was referring to the weeks her doctor told her she would need to heal after the birth.

“I’m healed,” she said instantly.

Vlad watched like a perverted hawk as Jane switched Joseph from one breast to the other, her own heated gaze on her husband as the air surrounding them became charged with their intense chemistry.

Finally, when Joseph finished, Vlad lifted their sated son from Jane’s arms and set him in his cradle, covering him with a blanket. Drunk off his mother’s milk, Joseph’s eyes immediately drifted closed and Vlad sent up a prayer to the sex gods who were obviously watching over him and his dick. He snatched up the baby monitor and dragged Jane into the next room.

“What if he wakes up?” Jane asked breathlessly, worried but not resisting.

From the moment he was born, Joseph had been carried, cradled and cooed over by his adoring parents, the entire household staff and their extended group of friends and family. The thought of leaving him alone, even for a few minutes, made them slightly uneasy, but Vlad had read enough parenting books to know that it was good for Joseph to spend a little time on his own. Especially while he was sleeping.

“We’ll leave the door open,” Vlad assured Jane, setting the baby monitor on the nightstand and reaching for her. He tugged her Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon shirt over her face.

“What if someone comes upstairs and hears us having sex?” her muffled voice asked from inside the shirt as it went over her head.

Vlad tugged harder and the shirt came free, leaving Jane’s black hair a fluffy mess around her head. She’d gotten it cut the week after Joseph was born. Lucy and Tawny had dragged her to a salon, insisting she needed a full spa day as a ‘push’ gift. Vlad had never heard of this before, but happily handed over his credit card to the women who insisted since it was his fault, he had to pay for it. Vlad wasn’t sure what exactly was his fault, but he loved the shorter, layered hair and glowing skin that Jane came home with.

“If anyone hears us having sex, I will cut off their ears,” he announced, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans then jerking them down her legs.

Jane bounded onto the bed and lifted her legs so Vlad could tug the jeans off her feet. She laughed when he grumbled about skinny jeans. Jane lay sprawled on the bed, watching him with gleaming eyes as he stripped off his clothes in quick precise movements.

“You can’t threaten our staff every time you think they might hear or see me naked.”

“I can and I will,” Vlad argued, climbing naked on top of Jane.

He groaned as his rock-hard dick grazed her thigh. The amount of blood pooled in his cock and balls would have been concerning except he could think about nothing except getting inside Jane. He reached between them, sliding his fingers through her folds, and thanked every god in existence when he found her wet. The feel of her arousal on his hands drove him out of his mind. Every thought he’d had of taking her gently fled.

He’d fully intended to touch and lick her to orgasm before taking care of his own needs. It had been a noble plan. One that flew straight out the window as his small wife wiggled beneath him thrusting her wet pussy up into his hand and letting out very distracting mewling sounds.

Vlad guided his cock to her entrance and pushed inside, groaning as he sank every inch into her wet and welcoming heat. Jane let out a contented sigh and lifted her legs to clasp him tighter into the cradle of her hips.

“Sorry, malysh, this is going to be hard and fast,” Vlad grunted, shaking his head in an attempt to clear the cobwebs. Her tight pussy was exploding every brain cell necessary to do this right.

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