Page 66 of Secret Babies for the Italian Mafia Boss

Her back arches, and our breaths become shorter, our orgasms too close to deny. I glide my hand down her stomach and cup her cunt, my fingers grazing where we are connected before I roll her clit between my fingers.

That’s all it takes before she shatters around me. Her muscles tighten around me, sucking me deeper, pulling me further, and I lose it. With every jet of come that leaves me, I press forward, nearly climbing up her body so I can reach her womb.

When I’m done, she’s already dripping of me because she’s so full.

“Good morning,” she mumbles, sounding exhausted. “I want to wake up like that every day.”

“I promised you we would, didn’t I?” I kiss her shoulder just as a knock on the door interrupts us. I don’t want to pull free of her yet. Maybe if we ignore whoever is on the other side of the door, they will go away.

“Mommy? Mr. Luca? Why is the door locked?”

“Oh no.” Camilla scurries from underneath me, causing my cock to slip free, and I grumble in protest. “This can’t be happening.”

The doorknob jiggles, and I hold my breath, hoping that the door doesn’t open.

“We will be out in a second, okay?” Camilla says to appease them.

“What’s tooked so long?” Oliver asks.

“Taking,” Camilla and I correct him together.

“And I had to help your mommy reach a place she hasn’t in a long time. We will be out soon.”

Camilla tosses a pillow at me, hiding a smile behind her perfect lips.

I chuckle. “Am I wrong?” I whisper in a tone that says I’m not done with her yet.

“Oh, that was nice,” Olivia mutters. “I want to be nice when I growed up too.”

“Grow,” we say again together.

I can’t help but laugh and wrap my arms around my girl. “We’re good at that,” I say, staring at her with all the love I can gather inside me.

“We will wait for you downstairs! We made breakfast.” Their little feet hurry down the steps, and Camilla and I sag against each other, letting out a relieved breath.

“That was a close call,” she mutters against my chest.

“There will be plenty of those,” I state, tilting her chin up to look at me. “Did you mean it?”

She cocks her head to the side, brows pinching in confusion. “Mean what?”

“That they are mine. I feel like what you said was a dream, and if it is, I really don’t want to wake up. I want it to be real. I want them to my mine.”

Her face softens with nothing but adoration. “They are yours. If you want to take a paternity test, I understand.”

“No, believe you. They look too much like me now that I think about it. I don’t know how I didn’t see it.”

She laughs, nodding as she pulls away from me to head to the bathroom. “I thought you would ask me, but you never did. I wanted you to find out because I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry if I sprung it on you. I didn’t know another way.”

“It was perfect. I’m so sorry you were alone. That angers me so much, Camilla. I would have taken care of you.” I follow her into the bathroom, and she’s mesmerized by the extravagance of it.

Black marble floors, a large soaking tub with a gold faucet, and the walk-in shower has a long bench in it that I’m going to lie her down on. There are two vanities, and one is for her with a separate station for her to get ready.

None of this has been used by another woman. I’ve only ever wanted this life with her.

“It wasn’t your fault. I think I needed to learn to take care of myself, and when I figured out how to do that, having someone step in and help taught me that I don’t need anyone, but I’m choosing their help. I can do it on my own, but with you, I know I don’t have to.”

We step into the shower to clean ourselves, but I don’t have time to use the bench the way I want, not with the kids already wanting us downstairs.

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