Page 61 of Mafia Pregnancy

“Tell me what you want,” I say against her ear, sliding my hands under her bra to find skin that’s impossibly soft.

“You.” The word comes out breathless and certain. “I want you.”

I unhook her bra and let it fall to the floor, then lower my head to take her nipple in my mouth. She gasps and arches into me, tangling her fingers in my hair to hold me closer.

“Radmir.” My name on her lips sounds like a prayer and a plea, chipping away at my tenuous control.

I work my way down her body, pressing kisses to her ribs and stomach while my hands make quick work of her khakis and panties. When I slide the fabric down her legs, she helps me, lifting her hips so I can remove the last barriers between us.

“You’re so beautiful.” I trace patterns on her inner thighs with my tongue, making her squirm on the desk surface. “So responsive.”

“Please.” She spreads her legs wider, an invitation I can’t resist.

When I taste her, she cries out and grips the edge of the desk with white knuckles. She’s already wet for me and ready in a way that makes my own need almost painful. I work her with my lips and tongue, alternating between gentle pressure and more demanding attention on her clit and up and down her slit until she’s trembling on the edge.

When I suck her clit into my mouth forcefully before stroking it with my tongue more gently, she comes with broken cry I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

While she’s still shaking from her release, I stand and work at my own clothes with hands that aren’t quite steady. She watches me through heavy eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she recovers.

“I need to be inside you.”

She nods and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down for another kiss. “Then take me.”

I position myself between her splayed thighs and guide my cock to her pussy entrance, looking into her eyes as I enter her slowly. She gasps and tilts her hips to take me deeper, her body adjusting to accommodate me with perfect synchronization.

“You feel incredible.” I start to move, setting a rhythm that has us both gasping. “Like you were made for me.”

“Maybe I was.” She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper with each thrust. “Maybe this is what we were always supposed to find.”

The possibility in her words makes something shift in my chest. This isn’t just physical need anymore. This is connection, recognition, and the acknowledgment of something that’s been building between us since she walked back into my life that started four years ago.

I increase the pace, driving into her with more urgency as the tension builds between us. She meets me thrust for thrust, digging her nails into my shoulders as she chases her release.

“Look at me.” I cup her face in my hands, needing to see her when she falls apart. “Let me watch you come.”

She obeys, her gaze locked on mine as her sheath tightens around me. When her orgasm hits, she cries out my name, and the sound combined with the feel of her walls contracting around me sends me over the edge.

I bury my face in her neck as I empty myself inside her, holding her close as we both shake from the intensity of whatjust happened between us. It crosses my mind that I forgot a condom, but the thought is fleeting.

For several minutes, we stay like that, breathing hard and clinging to each other as the world slowly comes back into focus. When I finally pull back to look at her, I see something in her expression that wasn’t there before. Not just satisfaction, but a kind of desperate vulnerability that makes my chest tight.

“Danielle.” I trace her cheek with my thumb, needing her to understand what this means to me. “Things have to change.”

“I know.” She slides off the desk and starts gathering her scattered clothes, not looking at me. “We should get dressed.”

I watch her dress with efficient movements that suggest she’s putting her walls back up along with her clothing. The distance she’s creating bothers me more than it should, especially after what we just shared.

“We still need to talk about Leo.”

She freezes with her bra halfway on. “Radmir?—”

A knock at the door interrupts whatever she was going to say. We both look toward the sound with panic, and I realize how careless we’ve been. Anyone could have walked in on us since it’s unlocked.

“Sir?” Andrei’s voice comes through the heavy wood. “I have those reports you requested.”

“One moment.” I finish buttoning my shirt and check that Danielle is fully dressed before opening the door.

Andrei enters with his usual professional demeanor, but I catch the way his gaze flicks between Danielle and me, noting details I hope aren’t as obvious as they feel.

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