Page 25 of Taken By the Kingpin
I squeak.
“I’ve got you.”
And it’s only when we’re standing under the shower that he finally slides out of me. I give an unwitting noise of dissent and Sebastian chuckles.
“Yes, again, soon.”
I pout as he piles my hair on top of my head and brings one of my hands to hold it while he washes my back in indulgent sweeps of his palms.
“I miss you.”
“I’m right here.” He kisses the sensitive spot where my hair meets my neck.
“I miss youdown there.” And I feel oh-so-daring.
“My greedy girl.” His hand lingers lower, over my arse, then traces around and cups my pussy.
Somewhere, far away, a phone rings.
“Ignore it,” Sebastian directs as he slides his fingers into my folds.
* * *
Sebastian has fresh coffee and pastries ready in the kitchen by the time I finish in the shower. He smiles when he sees me wearing his shirt.
“All those clothes I bought you, and you prefer this?” He takes advantage of the gaping hem to stroke the backs of my thighs as he kisses me.
I’m boosted onto the stool of the kitchen island and he watches like a panther as I choose a pain au chocolat. A low growl and he piles a cinnamon roll and a croissant onto my plate.
“Need to keep your energy up even more now you might be pregnant,” he replies when I shoot him a look.
The trill of a phone cuts into the cosy domesticity of our breakfast and Sebastian scowls as he checks the screen.
“It’s alright. Answer it.” He’s put his life on hold for me, but I know he has responsibilities. “I need to check in with my boss anyway.”
“We’ll talk about that.” A kiss to my cheek, then he snaps into a ruthless mafia kingpin rather than my Sebastian. “This better be important.”
I try not to listen as he speaks, but my stomach drops. There’s something wrong. He sighs and when he returns he’s rubbing his forehead. Bumping my knees apart, he takes my chin in his finger and thumb and tilts my face until I’m looking into his eyes.
“If I leave to manage a problem, will you promise to stay here, and still be my sweet happy girl when I return?” He’s staring at me with hope and fear. “Ross is causing chaos, wrecking shops and throwing out all sorts of claims, challenging me to a duel. He won’t go without me turning up to deal with it, or so he says. My people need me, but I need you safe. Don’t leave.” He says it as an order, but I don’t mind. Maybe I even quite like it…
“Be careful.” There’s a tickle in my mind that this is a trap they’re laying for him.
“Angel, I will always come home to you.”
“Yes.” Every day I’ll choose him.
He strokes my cheek. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
The apartment is quiet without him. I watch a bit of TV, but can’t help being distracted by what could have been serious enough to drag him away.
It’s only after he’s been gone an hour that I realise there’s a landline. I could call my boss on my mobile phone and explain.
“Darling!” She picks up within one ring. “Are you feeling better?”
Ooop. I’d forgotten I was supposed to be ill.
“Yeah,” I cough. “Much better, thanks.” Multiple orgasms will do that to a person. As will finding the love of my life.
