Page 41 of The Godfather’s Christmas Twins

“And the world’s opinion is more important than how you feel, how I feel?”

He leans against the wall. “I don’t know, Gia. I want to do right by you, and before you say it, I know I’m fucking up. But I can’t give you what you deserve. Whatever this is between us, it can’t go anywhere.”

“Okay. But right now, I’m stuck here with you. Instead of this back and forth tug of war, we could enjoy it.”

His eyes flash with heat. It gives me the courage to step closer to him. The air grows thick with tension. I feel the familiar pull between us, like gravity drawing two objects together.

"Gia." My name comes out like a warning, but he doesn't move away. "We can't?—”

"Can't? Or won't?" I'm close enough now to feel the heat radiating from his body. "Stop thinking about what we should or shouldn't do. For once, just feel."

His hands clench at his sides. I see the moment his control wavers, his gaze dropping to my lips. The electricity between us crackles, making my skin tingle.

"You have no idea what you're asking." His voice drops lower, sending shivers down my spine.

"I'm not asking anything. I did that last time. This time, you have to ask."

13

MAX

This woman is going to be the death of me. If I’m going to die, I might as well go out having enjoyed the pleasures two people can share, right?

I take a little too long to respond, and she starts to pull away. My hand snakes around the back of her neck and I draw her near.

“Fuck me, Gia.”

Her eyes flash with a wild heat. “Are you saying that as a colloquialism?”

“No.” My gaze drifts to her lips. Her plump, pouty, delicious lips. “I’m asking.”

“I see.”

“Do you want me to beg?” I draw my thumb over her bottom lip.

“That might be nice.”

I maneuver her into my room, shutting the door so little eyes won’t catch me. I press Gia against the door and then I drop to my knees. I lift her shirt, running my lips over her stomach as I undo her jeans.

“Fuck me, Gia. I’m begging you.” I tug the jeans down her legs along with her underwear. The scent of Gia and her sex fills my nostrils. My dick, already hard, becomes painfully rigid.

I nudge her legs apart and inhale, then lean in toward her wet, glistening pussy.

“Max.” Her hand presses against my head. “What are you doing?”

“What I’ve dreamt of doing for six years.” I look up at her. “I want to taste your pussy, Gia.”

The expression on her face tells me she’s never had a man eat her out. She has two kids, so I know she’s been with Aldo, but I guess he viewed a pussy simply as a place to put his cock. Good. Gia’s pussy is mine.

I run my hand up her stomach. She should be naked. I take the ends of her blouse and jerk hard, sending the buttons flying. She lets out a gasp of surprise.

“Let me make you feel good, Gia. Let me show you how good fucking can be.” I open the front clasp of her bra, and now I’m torn between sucking her tits or her clit. I’ll do both, of course, but which first?

She bites her lower lip as she nods. Clit first, then.

I grip her hips to hold her steady. I drag my tongue through her pussy, her sweet juices coating my tongue. Her moan and the way her fingers grip my head tell me she likes it.

“You taste so fucking good,” I say as I use my fingers to spread her pussy lips open wider. Her pink clit is swollen, hard, and I take it between my lips and suck.