Page 103 of The One Night Match
Riley De Luca.
“And why am I becoming an equal owner of your companies?”
“Because you’re my wife, and what’s mine is yours.”
She sighs and quickly signs beside each of the tabs before pulling the Mafia Matchmaker contract to the top of the pile.
This one she doesn’t question. Instead, she signs on the dotted line and drops the pen.
Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around her and lift her from the ground, making her giggle with joy. “You’re all mine now, wife.”
“I was yours before.” She points out.
“But now you’re stuck with me.” I chuckle, pressing kisses down her throat until I find the sensitive spot that always makes her moan, and I’m not disappointed.
“Something tells me that’s not such a hardship.”
“How about we head upstairs and consummate our marriage?”
“Haven’t we already done that…a lot?”
“Yeah, but I think we should continue daily…for research purposes.”
I take off toward the stairs, not bothering to kick the orange antichrist out of my office. If he decides to leave me another gift on my desk, it’ll be worth it if I’ve just spent the last few hours buried inside Riley.
By the time we make it halfway up the stairs, she has my cock out of my sweatpants, and she’s shoving her panties to the side,grinding her wet heat over me like she can’t bear to wait another minute.
“Hold on, Kitten,” I murmur against her cheek.
“Fuck me, Cruz. Please fuck me,” she whines, notching my cock at her entrance and shifting her hips to take me the first couple of inches.
“Jesus.” I stumble as her heat surrounds me. “Fuck it. I’ll get you naked for round two.”
She nods as I press her back to the wall, slowly filling her with my hardness and then retreating at the same agonizing pace. “Cruz, stop teasing me.”
“Never.” I trail kisses down her throat, shoving the top of her dress down until I have access to her perfect tits. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you beg for every orgasm.” I nip at the swell of her breast, dragging a moan from her throat. “But seeing as you’ve been such a good girl for me, I think we can make an exception. What do you think?”
She nods frantically, her body writhing against mine as her pussy tries to beckon me back inside her.
I thrust forward, stealing the breath from her lungs as I fuck her in rough strokes that feel too fucking good.
But then again, everything with Riley feels like heaven.
I press her to the nearest wall, giving me the leverage I need to fuck her the way I want to, hard and fast.
“I’m close. Fuck, I’m close. Please,” Riley cries.
“Come for me, Kitten. Come all over my cock so I can spend the rest of the night worshipping you,” I groan as I fight off my own need for release.
A few more thrusts and her pussy clenches down around me, dragging me over the edge right alongside her.
Our ragged breathing mingles, and she drops her head to my shoulder. “Do you think we’ll eventually make it to the bedroom for round one?”
I chuckle. This is the third time this week we’ve failed to make it to our bed, but this is the furthest we’ve gotten, and at least this time we didn’t scare the hell out of the gardener, so I count it as a win. “I doubt it.”
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
EPILOGUE
