Page 14 of Mafia Doctor's Secret Baby

“And if you knew,” he continues, as his thumb reaches up for my lip. “You might have thought twice about getting with me at that party all those months ago.”

I press my lips together, trying to think straight. I can’t make sense of this. Here he is, telling me that being here is a bad idea, telling me that I should leave and never look back—and at the same time, he has his hands on me, touching me and caressing me like he can’t get enough of me. My head is a mess, and it strikes me that this might be part of his plan—get me into such a state that I can’t do anything but give in to what he’s saying to me, and let this happen once and for all.

“I don’t think anything would have stopped me,” I confess, the words spilling from my lips before I can stop them. A smirk curls up the corners of his lips—I can tell he’s pleased with my answer, though I doubt he would ever come out and say it.

“Oh, I see how it is,” he murmurs, moving in a little closer to me, our bodies so near to one another that they’re practically flush. He knows what he’s doing to me, and I get the feeling he’s using this power he has over me as some kind of distraction. I should be pressing for more information, pressing for the truth of what he’s keeping from me, but I can tell that my body won’t allow for something like that.

No, the only thing it will allow for is his hands on me once more. Before I can stop myself, I tilt my head back, look into his eyes, and plant my lips against his.

As soon as our mouths come together, it’s as though we’re back at that night—the night we met, the night we first came together, when I knew I should have held back and couldn’t find it in myself to even think of it. His hands slide down to my waist, his grip firm and controlling, his tongue snaking past my lips with ease as I arch my back to press into him. While my body has mostly recovered from the physical effects of birth, I feel as though I’m still dripping in this hormonal rush that makes it impossible to deny him what he wants.

He hitches me up against the door, pinning me against it and holding me there for a moment before he grabs my legs and wraps them around him. I’m only wearing a light dress, and it falls away from me at once, the fabric giving way to allow him to slip his hands onto my thighs. He groans into my mouth as he digs his fingers against my skin, clearly enjoying the feel of me, and I feel a flood of want pooling between my legs.

“There hasn’t been a single night since I fucked you that I haven’t thought about it,” he murmurs against my ear as his hands continue their journey upward till they find my panties. He slowly inches them off my legs, tossing them to the floor of his office beside us.

It strikes me that his colleagues are likely just outside the door, going about their business as they always do. This is risky, and not in the same way it was at the party—everyone there was hooking up, or at least knew it was happening. Here? Here, if we’re caught, then we’re going to be the odd ones out, and a shudder of excitement throbs through me at the thought.

He wants me so bad he’s willing to get in trouble to make it happen.

That thought sends another rush of desire through me, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer. I haven’t been with anyone since the night we met, and I need him right now. It’s crazy, to think that this is only the second time I’ve been with the father of my child, but it feels right—my body demanding him, like it knows where he belongs, what I need from him.

I can feel him growing hard against my hip, and I buck myself into him, moaning against his mouth. He slides his hand to my thigh, gripping tight as he lowers his mouth to my ear.

“You sure you can take this?”

I nod frantically. I will take anything he can give me right now, anything—and I’m sure he knows that. He slowly slides his hand to his cock, and unzips himself like he’s unwrapping a Christmas gift. My eyes trace down to the shape of him as he wraps hisfingers around his length, and my ankles tighten around his back, drawing him closer to me.

He pushes aside my skirt and guides himself against me, pressing his head against my slit gently, as though giving me time to figure out how this feels. I know it’s early to be having sex, but the flood of pleasure that takes control when I feel him teasing me like this is impossible to deny.

His cock plunges into me, filling me all the way up to the hilt, and my eyes blur around the edges as I moan in pleasure. There’s something so perfect about the way he feels inside of me, as though the two of us were made for each other—maybe that’s why I fell pregnant, because my body knows we belong together. He slips his hands to my ass as he pins me to the door, grinding himself into me deep—he stills himself there inside of me for a long moment, breathing hard, and as he looks into my eyes, I can see the naked want written all over his face.

He kisses me again as he starts to move in me, taking his time, as though he’s savoring every inch of me wrapped around him. I can’t help but feel a little self-conscious at how different I must feel compared to the first time we were together, but when he slips his tongue into my mouth again, all of that vanishes from my mind.

“You feel so fucking perfect,” he murmurs against my ear as one of his hands begins to rove around my body, taking in the feel of me, the sensation of me beneath him. He slides his hand underneath my dress, grabbing one of my breasts roughly, drawing a gasp from between my lips.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan. This is crazy, and I know it is—just an hour ago, I was cradling my little girl in my arms, and now here I am, hooking up with a doctor in his office right in the middle ofa hospital, where anyone could see us. I know this is reckless, and I know it might land me in more trouble than I know what to do with, but as I run my hands along his arms and over his shoulders, I find it hard to care.

He presses his forehead to mine, and there’s something in the way he looks at me that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Whatever it is he was warning me about earlier, it’s close to the surface now, threatening to break through at any instant, and I don’t know how much of a chance I have of dodging it. Even burning under the heat of his fiery stare, all I can do is melt into him.

He presses his face to my shoulder, turning his head so he can work his tongue hungrily along the side of my neck—I can feel his teeth catching against me slightly, like he wants to tear a chunk out of me right then and there. He’s still moving inside of me, deep, slow thrusts like he’s making the most of every moment we have together, and I can do nothing but cling to him for dear life and pray I don’t get washed away by the sheer intensity of our passion together.

I can feel myself stirring—something building inside of me, my orgasm starting to pulse toward its climax. It has been so long since I’ve thought of myself in these terms, as a sexual being, as a woman with physical needs and desires, but to have them sated like this, so unexpectedly…

Can I really claim that? As I grab his head and pull him around so I can kiss him once more, I don’t know if I can even convince myself of that any longer. I don’t know what I came here for. I said I was going to raise Polly alone, so the only reason I’d have bothered to come here is if I was looking for something entirely different…

He plunges deep into me, driving every thought from my mind as our lips meet once more. I can’t linger on what’s going on inside my head right now—I can only focus on the powerful pleasure he’s driving through me, as I get closer and closer to the edge, until…

When the orgasm hits, it’s so strong that for a moment, I feel as though I can’t think at all. He pushes himself in deep, his cock lodged all the way inside of me, holding himself there like he doesn’t want to pull back—and at last, my pussy spasms around him, my clit throbbing as I go over the edge. I cry out, the sound muffled by his mouth against mine, and I can feel him grinning cockily as I come for him right then and there.

A few seconds later, he reaches his own release inside of me. When I feel the warmth of his seed, I’m distantly aware of the fact that I should likely know better than to go without protection—but there’s a part of me, no matter how stupid and how reckless, that aches to feel his closeness. I have given up so much over the course of the last few months; don’t I get to indulge in something that’s just for me…?

But as the orgasm begins to fade, and my more sensible side starts to edge in once more, it hits me what I have just done. And I unwrap myself from him, doing my best to plant my shaky feet on the floor even as they feel like they’re about to give out from underneath me.

“Hey, careful,” he murmurs, one arm still looped around my waist to keep me upright—but I can barely pay him any attention. I scrabble for my panties where he tossed them onto the ground, and tug them over my shaky legs.

“I—I should go,” I blurt out, hardly able to look at him. He catches my arm before I can make it to the door—and as his gazeburns into me, I want nothing more than to stay. I can’t stand the thought of being far from him, not when my body craves him as much as it does, not when there’s a part of me that longs to give in to him for more…

As I stand there and try to contend with what the best course of action is, my phone rings, and I snatch it up at once. I’m grateful for the distraction. Or at least, I was, until I hear Cara’s panicked voice coming down the line.

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