Page 33 of A Mafia Christmas

“That’s it. Come for me, love. Tighten that ass on me.”

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t gather her thoughts or words.

The band ripped apart, letting her fly. The moans and cries bounced off the walls and mixed together. When she finally came down, she relaxed against the pillow and let Alastair finish his own orgasm.

They both took a minute to calm their hearts and breathe enough to move. She felt him press a kiss to her spine and pull out of her.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

She almost rolled her eyes. Yeah, like that could happen. She hissed when a warm cloth wiped the gel, sweat, and cum off of her.

“I’m going to shower. Let’s get you in a more comfortable position.”

He effortlessly lifted her and set her on the side of the bed facing the bathroom. He kissed her temple. “I’ll be right back.”

She hummed and closed her eyes. She must have dozed because he was sliding into bed and pulled her against his side.

Her heart about burst from her chest when he used his fingers to tip her chin up. He bent and gave her a few slow kisses. But the look on his face made tears come to her eyes.

“Are you okay?” He wiped the tears away with his thumb.

She smiled brightly. “Yes. I couldn’t be better.”

He grinned and pulled her head down onto his shoulder. “Sleep. We’ll get up in a few hours.”

She nodded and closed her eyes. The happiness that filled her made her feel so light. No worries or pain. She was where she was supposed to be, beside her husband.

Epilogue

Beth laughed at the picture in front of her as she sat in the shade, rubbing her belly where another baby lay, ready to be born.

Her husband had a child on his shoulders, one by the back of the shirt, and another one tucked under an arm.

“Where do you want the monsters?” he asked and grinned.

“Take them into the kitchen. Clarice will get them fed, and our nannies will put them down for a nap.”

Alastair smiled. “I think we should take a nap, too. I’m feeling very tired.”

Beth rolled her eyes. “Sure, you do, but come back and get me after you drop off the monsters.”

“Oooh, Mommy,” their son Ben said as his father gripped his shirt.

“What, baby?” she said.

“What kind of monster am I?” Ben asked.

“Oh, well, if it’s okay with your father, you can pick one.”

Alastair narrowed his eyes at her.

“You know what you started, right?” he asked.

Beth chuckled and nodded.

“Mommy’s naughty,” Alastair said.

One of their daughters, Kat, gasped and gripped her father’s hair. “That’s not true. Mommy is never naughty.”

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