Page 63 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don
It proved how much he wanted me, and yet, he didn’t want me enough to keep me.
The way he pulled back tonight tells me nothing has changed.
He wants me, but he won’t ever allow himself to love or be loved.
It’s good he didn’t kiss me.
I need to be strong too.
Resist the pull. Focus on why I’m here.
Yet even as I resolve to keep things professional, I know I'm lying to myself.
My feelings for Marco never died.
They just went dormant.
And now, one near kiss is the spark to reignite everything I’m feeling.
Even after determining I can’t give in to my desire for him, I close my eyes and imagine him kissing me.
Imagine his intensity, his overpowering need for me.
He pulls me into the room, shutting the door and using his body to pin me to it.
Yes, yes, yes, is all I can think.
My hands… his hands… they’re everywhere.
My body heats up from the inside out.
My hand drifts below the water's surface, trailing down my stomach.
I shouldn't be doing this in his home, in his bath, but the memories are too vivid to resist.
He drops to his knees, his tongue sliding through my folds and then sucking on my clit.
My fingers find their target, circling slowly as I remember how he touched me.
Always confident, always knowing exactly what I needed.
The scene changes, and we’re naked on the bed, his body over mine. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me.”
His eyes flash with wild heat when I say that. He grips my hips and plunges inside me.
I increase my pace, water lapping against the sides of the tub.
In my mind, he’s slowly losing control as he thrusts again and again, each time a little faster, a little harder.
“Come, Gabriella. Come on my cock…”
My breath catches as pleasure builds, coiling tighter with each stroke.
I bite my lip to stay silent, knowing he’s just down the hall. The thought of him so close only intensifies everything.
I arch against my hand, remembering the weight of him above me.
