Page 72 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

I’ve never wanted us to have separate beds or rooms as much as I do right now. Desire is coiling in my veins, heating me from the inside out. My fingers drag against the wall as I try not to snap.

When the elevator dings and the door opens, I sidestep so others can exit. I give a nod to an older gentleman who must be in his eighties, but he isn’t looking at me. He’s staring at Sophie, not that I blame him.

If he was fifty years younger, I might have a problem.

“Lucky man,” his old voice breaks with old age as he speaks to me.

“Don’t I know it.” I snag her arm and pull her inside the elevator, pressing the button to close the door so no one else enters.

“Hold the door!” someone shouts.

I keep pressing the button, over and over again, even though I know it won’t make a difference. The doors close just as he slaps the elevator, cursing that he missed it.

I might hear him call me an asshole too, but if he had Sophie next to him, there’s no way he would allow anyone else on this elevator.

“That wasn’t nice.”

I growl into the empty space and grab her by the throat, pinning her against the wall. “I don’t feel like being nice when I want you so fucking bad. You’ve been tempting me in this dress all fucking night.” I nip at her lip, wanting to push her over the edge.

I want her to break her rule.

No more time.

No more space.

The day was long enough. I can’t take anymore.

She wraps her arms around my neck, and I reach behind me, pressing the emergency stop button. We come to a quick halt, the elevator grinding to a stop. The lights flicker as we kiss and grab one another, letting loose the passion that’s been building all fucking day.

We groan into each other’s mouths. Her fingers dig into my shoulders while my hands grip her ass. I rock against her, my cock hard and aching to be inside her.

“Fuck. I need you right now.” I kneel, grabbing the hem of her dress and ripping it up the side so I have access.

She gasps, pupils blown with need. “I liked this dress.”

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck. “I’ll buy you a hundred more.” I fumble with my belt, and she unzips my pants. My cock bobs when its free, pre-come beading at the slit.

My fingers tug at her panties and right as she thinks I’m going to dive them into her cunt, I pull them from her body, the material tearing in two. I toss them on the ground, lift her legs around my hips, my palms settled on each cheek as I hold her, then drive inside as hard as I can.

“Oh god!” she cries out loud. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Not here.”

“I don’t give a fuck where we are. If I want you, I’m taking you.” The elevator shakes with every hard thrust she takes from me. I clutch her shoulder with one hand, keeping a tight grip on her ass with the other, forcing her down on my cock. “Fuck, fuck! Goddamn it, it’s been too long since I’ve been inside you. So fucking tight. So fucking wet. Do you hear it? Do you hear how soaked you are for me, Sophie? Me. No one else.” It’s erotic and it adds to my unhinged lust, boiling my blood. It’s as if I can’t fuck her hard enough or deep enough. I need to be closer. “I can’t get enough of you.”

A sound of static comes from the speaker. “Hello? Is everyone okay in there?” a voice asks.

Fuck.

I pressed the emergency stop button.

I cover Sophie’s mouth, so she doesn’t give away what we are up to. Her cries are beautiful. I love making her feel so good. I grunt quietly, continuing my pace.

She screams behind my hand, becoming wetter as her orgasm gets closer.

“Do we want to let them know you’re about to come on my cock?” I whisper. “Do you want to let them know how fucking good I make you feel?”

She shakes her head, then nods, then shakes her head again.

“Oh, Sophie,” I moan into her ear. “I’m so close. You’re going to make me come.” I try to hold back. I try to keep my orgasm inside. She needs to come first.

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