Page 80 of His Tesoro

I pulled on a blue plaid skirt that stopped a few inches above my knees and a silk cream blouse. I eyed my wheelchair but decided to take my rollator instead. My knees and hips felt solid today, and I was sure I could make it to the elevator and back without any issues.

Matteo was leaning over the kitchen counter, frowning at his phone, and Noodle was curled up at his feet. Both of them looked up when I walked in. I couldn’t stop my smile at both of my boys giving me their full attention. Noodle immediately came to my side, standing solidly next to me in case I got dizzy. The service dog people had explained how Noodle was trained to stay close and help me maintain balance.

Matteo joined us, crossing the room to me and brushing my hair out of my face. “Your legs aren’t hurting today?”

“I feel good. Ready to do important Mafia work.”

His mouth twitched. “Important Mafia work indeed.” He gave me a soft kiss on the lips and then surprised me with a smack to my ass. He smiled and handed me Noodle’s leash and harness.

“You’re in a good mood today,” I said.

Matteo just hummed as we got on the elevator and headed down to the tenth floor, keeping a possessive hand on the back of my neck the entire time. His office was the only one on that floor—a massive room with floor-to-ceiling windows. The three floors below housed the rest of his staff.

“Don’t you get lonely here by yourself?”

Matteo snorted. “No. Besides, this floor is mainly for Mafia business, as you call it. The lower floors are our legitimate businesses—administrative offices for our various hotels and real estate holdings.”

I nodded as I looked around the room, my heart bursting when I saw a dog bed in the corner. “You got a bed for Noodle?”

Matteo said nothing, but I thought I caught the slightest blush on his cheeks. I bit my lip against my smile as I removed Noodle’s leash, squeezed his face, and gave him a kiss. “You go take a little snooze while mama works.” Noodle walked over to his bed, tail wagging, and immediately curled up on the cushion.

I turned back to my husband and raised my eyebrow. “There’s only one chair.” A single large leather chair sat behind his imposing desk.

“I removed the other one. People were getting too comfortable in here.”

“You want people to be uncomfortable in your presence?” I didn’t point out that he apparently wanted Noodle to be comfortable.

“I’m the Don, Sofiya.” He sat down in his chair. Even seated, he looked imposing, like the king of the city. My cheeks heated as he ran his thumb across his lower lip.

I moved closer. “Does that mean you want me to be uncomfortable?”

Matteo’s eyes grew dark as he ran his gaze slowly down my body. “Never. You are my queen.” He snagged me around the waist and pulled me onto his lap, my back melting against his chest. “Are you comfortable now, wife?” His lips brushed against the shell of my ear and I shuddered, memories of last night—of his lips pressed against other parts of my body—flooding my mind.

“Yes,” I said, my voice breathy.

“Good. You’re the perfect decoration for my office as I work.”

I shouldn’t have grown hot and squirmy at his words, at the way he was treating me like an object, but I couldn’t stop from shifting in his lap. His arm banded around my waist, holding me tight.

“But you said I would get a reward,” I said.

“Only if you’re a good girl and stay still and quiet while I work.”

A whimper slipped through my lips and he chuckled, opening his laptop and pulling up his email. I tried to pay attention to what he was typing, to the many spreadsheets he pulled up, but my body only grew more restless and needy. Matteo said nothing, diligently doing his work, but he couldn’t hide his hard cock pressed against my back. My panties were absolutely soaked as I squirmed against him. Matteo shifted his hand down my stomach until he was cupping my pussy. I moaned, arching against his hand to get some friction, something to help my burning need.

“You’re not being a good girl, tesoro. Your little pussy is so hot and needy. Are you trying to distract me from my work?”

I shook my head.

“Mmm, I don’t believe you. I think you need something to keep you in place.”

My breathing sped up. What was he going to do?

“Hold on to the desk for me.”

He shifted me off his lap, his hands staying on my hips to keep me steady. Then he reached under my skirt and peeled down my underwear. I heard the sound of a zipper and then I was back on his lap. My thoughts were jumbled, and I didn’t understand what he was doing until he lifted me by the hips and pressed the head of his cock against my entrance. He lowered me down in one swift motion, and I cried out loudly at the stretch of him. I was soaked, but there was still a delicious sting and feeling of fullness. I waited for him to thrust in me again, but he just banded his arm around my waist and went back to his emails.

“What… aren’t you…” I trailed off, too aroused and desperate to form coherent sentences.

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