“Mmm,” I hum, nuzzling my nose against her cheek. “I can think of another job position I’d prefer for you, but it’s not actually a job. Just a position.”
Rolling her on top of me, my cock presses against her core as it juts from between her legs. She begins to rock against me, her pussy already wet, creating a layer of lubricant between us. Moaning, she places her palm on my chest and closes her eyes, letting her body guide her.
She looks stunning when she’s wanton. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is a mess from when I had her on her back. Her breasts are full, swaying slightly with each roll of her hips.
“Is this the position you envisioned for me?” she asks coyly, the heaviness of our previous conversation completely gone from her tone.
A sharp intake of breath pulls between my teeth as she lifts up slightly, so the head of my cock pierces her entrance. I’ll never get used to the magic of sliding into my wife. “I’ve envisioned you in every position, piccola ladra, but sì, this is one of my favorites for you.”
“Then I better make sure I stay on top of my duties,” she playfully quips, reaching between us to grab my cock as she slides down it.
We moan together when I’m fully inside her, my fingers gripping her hips so tightly, I know I am leaving indentations behind. For a moment, we stay together as one, our breaths mingling as she leans down close, but careful not to touch me. The moment is charged with electricity and anticipation, until finally, I can no longer take the desire that threatens to explode from me, and I tilt my head slightly, connecting our lips.
Then she begins to move.
Through the closed door of the Paladino mansion, I hear the echo of the doorbell throughout their foyer, followed by heavy footsteps. Vinnie shifts on her feet next to me as the sound of the lock disengages, and the door opens, revealing an old man in a crisp black suit. He wears a scowl and looks about as friendly as Lurch from the Addams Family.
There's a familiarness about him that I cannot place, and I wonder if this is the same butler from the first and only time I stepped foot on the Paladino’s property.
Saying nothing, his eyes drift from me to Vinnie before he rudely steps aside and lets us enter the home.
“Hi, Capaul,” Vinnie greets, though the man doesn’t deserve a breath of her air, let alone the kindness of her words.
“Miss Paladino.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to correct him, which my wife must sense because she squeezes my hand and says, “Let’s go find my parents.”
The fact that they did not greet their daughter in the foyer when she arrived immediately irritates me.
“Hello?” Vinnie calls, leading me further into the home. She peeks into the first room and practically runs into Luciano, who is on his way out.
“I thought I heard your voice,” he remarks, pulling her into a half-hug. Extending his hand, he acknowledges me. “Sly.”
“Luciano.”
“Where are Mother and Father?” Vinnie wonders aloud.
“Father is in his office, and I would assume Mother is up in their bedroom getting ready still. I haven’t seen her yet.”
“And Samuele?”
“Packing his room, I believe.”
“He’s moving?”
My eyes ping-pong between Vinnie and Luciano, taking in their conversation as my thumb brushes against the side of her hand.
“Yeah, finally. He used his trust fund to buy an apartment off East 85th.”
“That’s wonderful! It’s time he gets out of here. And Joseph? Is he coming?” Vinnie’s voice wavers slightly when she speaks her brother’s name.
Curious, I train my gaze on Luciano.
“According to Father, his presence is mandatory, so I would assume yes.”
“Lovely.” Vinnie’s voice is strained as she says the two-syllable word.
“It will be fine, amore mio,” I interject. I’m not worried about coming face to face with her brother, and she shouldn’t be either.