Page 92 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

I run my fingers through his hair and grab the dark roots, fisting the silky strands while I ride his face. My orgasm hits me hard and quick, rushing through my body in small waves with every pull on my clit he takes.

“Matias!” I cry when I become too sensitive.

He pulls away, his mouth shining with my slick. His tongue licks his lips and broken breaths leave me as he carefully slides his fingers free.

They are wet too, shining as if he has dipped them in honey.

He sucks them into his mouth, his eyes shutting as if he has just had the best dessert ever created.

“So sweet. The best way to start my day.” He stands, leaving me on shaking legs, and that’s when I notice his erection and the wet spot on his pants.

“Did you—”

He shuts me up with a kiss, sliding his tongue between my lips, and I can taste myself.

“I did,” he confirms. “Seeing you come sets me off, Sophie. I can’t help but lose control. Now, let’s change so we aren’t late for your appointment.”

I listen, feeling a bit smug knowing I made him come without even touching him. I’m happy as can be, humming as I tug on a pair of leggings and a loose, long-sleeve shirt that hangs off the shoulders.

I haven’t been as careful covering my scars lately; Matias makes me feel so beautiful, I haven’t felt the need to.

“Someone is feeling good after their morning orgasm,” he teases me.

“Can’t blame me when I have a man like you between my legs,” I quip.

He grabs my hand and tugs me to him. “I love hearing that you’re attracted to me.”

“Have you seen yourself? Everyone is,” I chuckle, but a second later, I become more somber. “But you’re all mine, right?”

“That’s right, Sophie. I’m all yours and I will always be yours.” He kisses my forehead and laces our hands together. “Come on. I’m excited to see what the doctor says. If we don’t leave now, we will be late.”

He practically pulls me down the hall and out the door.

An older gentleman is there with a new black SUV.

“Tony. It’s good to see you.”

Tony opens up the back door for us. “It’s better to see you two. To the doctor, we go! I’m so excited. I love babies.” He closes us in, and Matias must not miss the look on my face.

“Tony is the one who drove me to get you from jail. I hired him as my personal driver. He’s loyal, eager, and honestly, I like his energy.”

“So, he saw me at my worst,” I grumble.

“Nonsense.” He tugs me to his side. “You don’t even have a side that could be seen as bad.”

Tony lowers the partition between us. “So, are we excited? Is it too soon to know the gender? Do you care? Have you been feeling sick? I’ll tell you this,” his New York Accent is so thick, I’m having trouble understanding him. “When my Linda was pregnant, she loved ginger tea to sip on. I don’t know what it was about it, but she loved it. It really helped her feel better. Maybe you can give it a go if you want. No pressure. Just trying to help.”

I understand what Matias means. The guy is very endearing. “I think it’s too soon to tell the gender, but I am feeling sick. I’ll have to try the tea. Thank you for recommending it.”

“No problem at all. I’m happy to help in any way I can. She also really liked pickle juice. Like an actual drink, in a glass. Weirdest thing I had ever seen. I stocked up on those giant jars of pickles from the store just so she could have all the pickles and juice she wanted. It really calmed her stomach down and helped her get some much-needed rest. Now, she can’t stand pickles. The smell of them makes her sick. Weirdest thing, right?”

“She’s probably burnt out on pickles,” I chuckle. “Sounds like she had a lot of them.”

“She did. Poor woman. I hated it. I felt so helpless, you know. No good husband wants to see his wife in pain like that. Nothing I could do but be there, but I felt like it wasn’t enough.”

“It was,” I say in a hurry. “That’s all she needed.” I look at Matias and take his hand.

The conversation with Tony ended up making the drive to the doctor fast.

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