Page 20 of Stolen Mafia Vows
“Are you always this persistent?”
“You bring out the best in me.” I pause. “Seriously though, I’m not ready to let you go.”
She rubs her hips against me. “I can tell.” Her grin is mischievous.
But she slides her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and unlocks it, her eyes skimming the notifications on the home screen. “Sienna?” she speaks into the handset, turning away from me. “I’m fine. In fact, I’m better than fine.”
I can hear the buzz of the voice at the other end of the call, but I can’t hear what’s being said.
“How do you think Kyle would react if I didn’t come home tonight?”
I sense the stiffness in Emily’s spine, and I massage her lower back with my thumbs, easing out the knots. She half-turns, bringing her profile into view, and I can see the color in her cheeks.
“I really want to stay.” There’s no mistaking the pleading in her tone.
She’s twenty-one. Her folks must be really fucking strict if they object to her staying out for one night, even though they were quite happy to send her away to college when she was eighteen. It’s about time they learned to have some respect for her choices.
Finally, she squeals, “Thank you, Si. You’re the best,” and faces me with a wide smile.
“You’re staying?” I’m smiling too.
“I’m staying. Sienna is going to speak to Billy too.”
I pull her back to me, stroking the side of her left breast with my fingers. “So, I have a whole night to touch you in more places that you’ve never been touched before.”
“Ha!” she scoffs. “I think you’ve already done that.”
I kiss her on the lips. “I think I’m about to prove you wrong.”
I don’t take Emily home the following morning. We sleep late, waking up to the sun streaming through the window and tickling our noses as we lie together, Emily’s back against my chest, her ass snug against my pelvis.
My cock instantly springs to life.
“Good morning.” I nuzzle the back of her neck and slide my length between her ass cheeks, probing the folds of her swollen pussy.
She twists her face around and kisses me, raising one knee at the same time to let me in, but I feel the way she flinches when I touch her.
“You’re sore.” I ease my fingers out of her gently and roll her over so that she’s facing me.
“I’m fine.”
I raise myself onto my knees, slide her underneath me, and shuffle down the bed so that I can see her pussy.The marks from where I branded her have faded a little, but her clit is enlarged and pink, clearly visible between her folds.
“Time for some TLC, beautiful one.”
She smiles. “Does that involve your tongue?”
This woman will be the death of me, and my cock jumps to life, agreeing with me. “It depends.”
“On what?”
“On how well you respond to a massage.”
I grip her legs and roll her over so that she’s lying face down on the bed. “How did you learn to give a massage, or do I not want to know?” she mumbles into the pillows.
“I play golf.”
She twists her face sideways to look at me. “You play golf?”
