Page 77 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don
"You weren't entertainment," I admit.
"Then what was I?"
I could lie. I should lie. But at this moment, I find I can't.
"A risk I wasn't prepared to take."
She steps closer, close enough that I can see the pulse fluttering at her throat.
The air around us shifts. Softens.
Animosity leaves, replaced by a growing need.
Fire builds inside me.
One word from her and I might burn to ash.
She feels it too. Her eyes darken with desire and her lips part, her breath hitching.
Time suspends as we stand locked in this moment of possibility.
"Marco," she whispers.
I'm lost. Completely, utterly lost.
My hand rises of its own accord, cupping her cheek. Her skin burns against my palm, impossibly soft.
I trace the curve of her jaw, thumb brushing her lower lip. She trembles beneath my touch, eyes fluttering closed.
"Tell me to stop," I murmur, giving her the chance to save us both.
Instead, she leans forward, closing the space between us. Her lips meet mine, tentative at first, then hungry, desperate, a year of absence, of longing, of regret poured into a single point of contact.
I'm drowning, and I don't want air.
My arms encircle her waist, pulling her flush against me.
The thin barrier of our towels does nothing to hide my desire for her.
She gasps into my mouth, the sound igniting something primal within me.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes against my lips.
My hands slide down her back, over the curve of her hips, reacquainting myself with her body.
I find the edge of her towel, hesitating only a moment before tugging it away. God, she’s beautiful.
Her skin is warm, dewy from the steam. Her tits are firm and round, and I lean forward, taking a taut nipple into my mouth and sucking.
She moans when I touch her, the sound reverberating through my chest.
I trace my fingers up her inner thigh, teasing, remembering exactly how she likes to be touched.
Her head falls back, exposing the elegant column of her throat. I can't resist tasting her there too.
"Please." Her voice breaks with need as she rocks over my pulsing dick.
I find her pussy, hot and slick with desire. Her body arches into my touch, seeking more. I give it to her, circling, stroking, building her pleasure.
