Page 36 of Surprise Quadruplets for the Mob

Our kisses grow more passionate, our bodies pressed together as we explore each other.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his hands roaming over my curves, his breath hot against my skin. “I’ve missed this, Abby. So much.”

“Me too.” I pull his shirt off and run my fingers through his hair, pulling him close for another kiss.

As our tongues dance together, I can feel his erection pressing against me. God, I need him inside me.

“Maks,” I pant, arching my back. “I want you. Please.”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, trailing kisses along my jawline and down my neck.

His fingers find the button of my jeans, and he works it open before pulling the zipper down. I wiggle my hips, and he helps me pull them off. Once they’re off, I reach for the button of his jeans, fumbling a bit in my eagerness. He helps me undo them and pulls them down his legs, kicking them off.

As we lie back on the bed, our bodies bare and aching for each other, it feels like everything has fallen into place. Like we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be, at least for the moment.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his voice thick with lust.

“Yes,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him close. “Please.”

“Fuck, Abby,” he growls, positioning his cock at my entrance. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“For you,” I whimper, digging my nails into his back. “Only for you.”

He kisses me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as he eases himself inside me.

“Oh God,” I gasp, arching my back and pulling him deeper. “You feel so good.”

“So do you,” he murmurs, his lips moving to my neck and sucking gently.

Our bodies move together, our rhythm picking up as our pleasure builds.

“More,” I beg, my body aching for release.

He responds by thrusting harder, his hips rocking against mine as we lose ourselves in the moment.

“Oh God, Abby,” he groans, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Yes,” I cry, clutching his shoulders. “Yes, Maks. Need it so bad.”

“Fuck,” he gasps, his body tensing as he reaches his climax.

I cling to him as my own orgasm hits, and we ride the waves of pleasure together.

As our bodies relax, and the euphoria fades, he kisses me gently, his lips lingering against mine.

“That was exactly what I needed,” he murmurs, grinning against my lips as he kisses me one more time. “Thank you, Abby.”

“Same here,” I reply, still breathing heavily. “It’s good to know that hasn’t changed, at least.”

“Definitely not,” he chuckles, rolling onto his side and wrapping an arm around my waist.

“But the rest,” I sigh. “All that’s still there, isn’t it?”

“It is.” His fingers trail along my stomach, drawing lazy circles over my skin. “And we’ll figure it out, Abby. I promise.”

“How can you be so sure?” I turn onto my side and look into his eyes. “How do you know that?”

“I don’t, not for sure,” he admits. “But I’m not willing to give up. Not without a fight.”

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