Page 5 of Mafia Boss' Surprise Baby

There was something about his ice-cold eyes when they met mine right after I kissed his cheek, that gaze that said I could ask him for anything and he’d give it to me. He’d probably think I’mstupid to get all hot and bothered over some one-second stumble on my part, and his chivalrous rescue so I didn’t fall and smash my head on his desk or something.

It wasn’t even my shoes with the sky-high heels or tipping too far forward on my tiptoes. I got dizzy from desire and grabbed his shoulder. A big, heavy shoulder that I want to bite when it’s above me, when he’s working deep into me. Lord, I want his mouth, his tongue, his hands. All of him on all of me.

I drive home in one of my brother’s cars and try to get my mind right. Instead, I’m laying on my bed, my hand working between my legs while I think about Mickey O’Halloran. Just like I did in high school.

He calls me back as I’m leaving the office, says there’s one more thing. He presses me up against the door with his big body, those broad, heavy shoulders blocking out the light as he bends his face to mine. He licks at my lips softly, slowly. I urge him on, tug on his hair. He works my mouth open and plunders me, his tongue stroking deep and making me moan in pleasure. I’m already trying to hold back the yes I want to scream.

Then he shoves his hand in my shirt, grabbing my breast and fondles the nipple, making my blood spike and heat as my nipples grow to hard points under his touch. Ripping open my top, he dips his head and captures a breast, stroking my nipple with his hot, wet tongue. I arch toward him, and he takes more of my breast in his mouth as if he’s starving for me. I moan, arch even further up to him and try to wrap my leg around him to force closer contact between my hot, pulsing core and the pressure I need, the friction I crave.

“You want more, baby?” he asks, his voice gruff as he moves up my body to claim my lips again.

I nod, unable to answer because I feel strung so tightly, vibrating with desire and mindless with need. I try to swallow but I can’t. Not until he unlocks me with a hand moving up myskirt. Then I’m moaning everything filthy I can think of, how much I want him inside me, how I want to watch us join, and how I’ve always wanted this from the time I was old enough to know what wanting meant. He presses a knee between my legs and I grind on it shamelessly. He murmurs encouragement, a sly smile curving his mouth. He’s every bit as cocky as I knew he would be, and he has reason to be arrogant. No one else could hijack all my senses like this or make me beg.

It takes him no time to drive me mad. My nails score his back in pure, petulant frustration while he works two fingers into my tight passage. I clench around him, ready to come but I refuse to let go until he’s inside me. I’ve waited my whole life for Mickey O’Halloran to fuck me, and I’ll be damned if I can’t hold out until he’s sheathed within me where he belongs.

I babble, half begging for him to take me. He scissors his fingers inside me and my head falls back. A wire snaps inside me and all I can to is convulse, molten and helpless as he spears my core with his clever hand. After I come, I’m weak, languid and warm, the urgency to have him subsides and I sink to the floor with him. He rolls me on my back and spreads my legs. The look he gives me is so good that my blood heats and all that adrenaline spikes right back up.

I fumble, helping him unzip his pants and groan at the broad, heavy cock that springs out into my hands. My body shakes hard with wanting him now.

“I’ve got you,” he says, soothing me with his voice even as he sets his hips between my quivering thighs.

When he rocks forward and the fat, damp head of his cock kisses my slit, I moan way too loudly. A wash of embarrassment floods me, but he grins, pushes forward with a slow, deliberate movement. Everything inside me lights up like a pinball machine, every place he brushes against feels electric, charged and sizzling.

My hips take over, a life of their own, lifting, reaching, rocking in rhythm with him while delirious waves of pleasure take us both. The sound I make starts as a scream and winds down to a helpless mew as I feel wrung out by so much intense pleasure, but I can’t quit rubbing against him, my too-sensitive pussy still desperate for more even when we’re spent.

I come hard on my own fingers and breathe out a sigh of relief.

But even in my fantasies I know once would never be enough with him.

Not that I’ll ever have the chance.

5

MICKEY

“Thank you, gentlemen,”

Numbers are up for this quarter, outpacing my projections from July. It’s good news all around. I finish shaking hands with the legal team and finance guys, then I ask Ben Ragucci to hang around for a minute. He’s the forensic accountant, and he’s been around since my dad was in charge. He’s the guy who’ll give it to me straight.

“You got a minute?”

“For you, boss? Always,” he says and sits back down at the table in the board room.

“Thanks, it won’t take long. I was thinking with profits way up, I can funnel some more to the robotics program, food banks, maybe the women’s shelter.”

“You can cross off the food bank. You got them set up for the next six months at least. Roxbury and Mission Hill already looked at sending the holiday donations from the community down to Somerville and Medford. Spread the wealth.”

“Good. Then put the surplus on robotics and the women’s shelter.”

“You talk about charities the way your old man bet on the ponies,” he chuckles. I nod. There’s nothing I can say to that without insulting the memory of my father.

Ben looks up from his calculations. “You wanna put all this on those two?” he asks.

“Why not?”

“Most guys would take a vacation at least. Buy yourself another car.”

“I’ve got four. And two bikes. I don’t need another car.”

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