Page 115 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby
When he puts me down on the couch, we’re both desperate.
I gasp as he fills me. “Damn,” I whisper.
I forget how big he is.
It’s a shock, but it’s one that I think I might crave.
Sal takes my mouth again as he pounds in to me. His fingers drift down my body to my core, and he tweaks at my clit.
I don’t need any further guidance. I explode, clutching him to me as my orgasm rips over my body.
Sal groans, gripping my hip so hard it might bruise…
But I feel him follow me.
For a minute, we both lay there, panting. I look up at Sal.
“No games this time?” I whisper.
He blinks, then a small smile curls at the ends of his lips. “No games, Gia. I just needed you. Bad,” he murmurs.
I lean in and kiss him. “Same. And you know what? There’s time for games later.”
Sal’s eyes glint with a wicked promise.
“There is definitely time for games later, Gia.”
* * *
“I think we should stay a little longer,” Sal says later that night as we recline, sitting on our private patio. I’ve lost track of them at this point because they’re really cool and I kind of want to see all of them.
I smile at him. “You do?”
“Yes. Everything seems stable. There’s not been any new information about Interpol. No one is having a problem. Dino got back to New York earlier this week. Why not?”
I pick at my nails. “Oh, probably the threat of being dragged in by Interpol?”
“Gia. They haven’t found us yet. Right?”
His eyes sparkle.
So far our cover of being a honeymooning couple has worked. Beautifully, actually. Every single Irish person who hears that we’re here on our honeymoon has been absolutely overflowing with joy, and we’ve gotten a fair amount of perks out of it.
Not that we need them.
Sal, thinking that the best cover is being rich, has gone all out.
He’s booked the nicest hotels.
Rented out entire castles.
He rents us a new car in every city, something vintage and fun that can cruise us through the Irish countryside at a painfully slow speed.
He’s right.
So far, it’s working.
I smile.