Page 68 of Surprise Quadruplets for the Mob

“I promise.”

“Good.” I lean back and smile at him, taking a deep breath and enjoying the feeling of being in his arms again. “So where do we go from here? What does forever look like now that the Irish are out of the picture?”

“I can’t promise I’ll ever lead a normal life, beautiful. You know who I am and what I do. But I can promise that I’ll always come home to you at the end of the day. I’ll always put you andthe kids first and I’ll give my life to keep you safe and happy. Always.”

I close my eyes and lean into his touch, letting his words wash over me and soothe me.

He’s right. I know who he is and what he does. But it’s worth it to be with him.

“I love you, Abby,” he says again.

“I love you, too.”

He presses his lips against mine, kissing me tenderly. My heart swells in my chest, and I know I’ve never felt so happy or so complete.

This is everything I’ve ever wanted, and I can’t imagine how my life could get any better.

***

When I wake up again, he’s in bed next to me. I’m in his arms and his naked body is pressed up against my back and I’m reminded of just how sexy he is.

And just how much I’ve missed his touch.

“You’re awake,” he murmurs, kissing my naked shoulder. “How do you feel?”

“Better now,” I say, meaning it. “Better in every sense of the word. Did you undress me?”

He grins. “Yes.”

“Pervert,” I chuckle, even as I turn towards him.

“Is it so wrong for me to undress my woman, so she can be comfortable?” His rough hand skims up and down my side, cupping my ass and pulling me even tighter against him.

“Oh, so this was about comfort, was it?” I curl my leg over his hip, and he closes his eyes and buries his face in my neck.

“God, I’ve missed you. Missed everything about you.”

I draw him up and kiss him, and his hands are all over me, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples. His lips trail down my neck, sucking and biting, and I moan his name.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly with desire. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m fine,” I reassure him. “I need you. I want you.”

His mouth captures mine in another hungry, demanding kiss and I can feel his hard cock pressing against me. I moan into his mouth as his tongue darts out, sliding against mine and teasing me. His fingers pluck my nipples, and my hips buck involuntarily, seeking his touch.

He slides his hand down between my legs and strokes me, his fingers brushing against my clit.

“Maks,” I whimper, arching against him. “Please.”

“Yes, Abby,” he whispers. “Whatever you want. I’m yours.”

“I’m yours, too.” My voice is husky and low, and he growls softly as he slips a finger inside me.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his eyes locked on mine. “You’re so wet, beautiful. So fucking wet and tight.”

I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock, stroking him as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, and he lets out a tight groan.

“Please,” I moan. “I need you inside me.”

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