Page 179 of Vows of a Mobster
And nobody was happier than my daughter at that moment.
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The next morning, the house was quiet. Usually we had Emma with us at breakfast time, or sometimes even Daphne and Antonio as well as Marissa. But today, it was just us. Emma spent the night with Declan and Marissa at his parents’ house. It was her second time, and this time, I didn’t worry as much as the first time. Daphne and Antonio had an early appointment to view a church where they might get married. So we were blissfully alone.
I kept working on coercing my husband into trying coffee with a bit of creamer in it.
“C’mon, so we can sweeten up your life,” I urged him.
“I have all the sweetness right here.” He pulled me onto his lap, and his hand slipped under my pink, summer dress. The moment his fingers brushed across my panties, I clenched my thighs together.
“You better not start something you have no intention of finishing,” I edged him on, pushing up my hips, needing his touch.
“Oh, you will finish,” he smiled wolfishly. He moved the coffee cup away from him, sure thing that he would not drink it. I would make him the boring black coffee.
Without warning, he picked me up and sat me on the table in front of him. “Open those legs so I can see what’s mine.”
I giggled like a little girl but did as he commanded. His finger slowly moved across my panties, circling over my sensitive sex, causing friction through my panties. Each touch of his caused fire blazing through my veins.
“Who does this pretty pussy belong to?” His voice was dark, making my body buzz with adrenaline.
“You.”
He stood up, his hard body hovering over mine. His hand roughly cupped the nape of my head as he took my kiss possessively. I didn’t mind it. I loved his ruthless and possessive ways, over me, our family. He’d destroy anyone that tried to hurt us.
His phone buzzed. We ignored it, kissing feverishly. I found that pregnancy hormones didn’t make me sick this time, they only made me horny. At least for this man. The ringing ceased and I reached for his belt, fumbling with it.
The phone started buzzing again and a string of Italian and English curses left his lips. I laughed.
“Better check who it is. It might be something important,” I whispered, breathing heavily against his lips.
“More important than burying myself into my wife right now?” he growled, pushing his hips into me, his hard cock pressing against me.
“It’s a hard life being a mobster,” I teased. “Even harder is the life of a mobster’s wife. Leaving me all hot and needy.”
His chest shook with laughter. I loved hearing him laugh.
“Don’t go anywhere,” he ordered, his hand holding me in place when I went to get off the table.
“This better be urgent,” he barked through the phone.
It was. I could tell by the way his body instantly tensed. I took his hand and pressed a kiss onto his knuckles then jumped off the table. “I’ll make you boring, black coffee,” I mouthed, smiling.
I made him a cup of black coffee to go and returned to the dining room. Whatever was going on, had him pissed off. He spoke in Italian, which was usually a clue something bad was going on and he didn’t want me to know.
When he hung up, his eyes roamed down my body. “Can you come into the office with me? You don’t have to change.”
I frowned. I haven’t been back since that day we had sex on his desk. “Declan and Marissa are bringing Emma back this morning. I want to be here when she comes home.”
He typed a quick message on his phone. “I’ll ask Declan to bring Emma and Marissa there too. Antonio is already there.”
“I thought Daphne and Antonio were looking at churches?”
“Something came up.” Mateo’s voice was cold and calm but the undercurrent of it sent chills down my body.
“Is everything okay?”
He forced himself to relax. “Yes. Nothing for you to worry about.”
