Page 30 of Mafia Doctor's Secret Baby

His tongue slips into my mouth as he lifts me onto the counter, slipping his hand to my dress and pushing it up with ease. I can tell from the way he moves me around that he’s strong—that he could do anything he wants to me. Hell, maybe I want him to—maybe I want to feel him inside of me, taking me, making me completely his.

He draws back for a moment and presses his forehead to mine as he looks into my eyes.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, brushing his lips against my cheek.

“What is it?” I murmur, sliding my hand to his chest.

“You’re just so fucking beautiful…”

He sinks into my mouth again as he speaks the last word, and I can already feel his cock starting to grow hard against my thigh as he pushes himself against me. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. I want nothing more than to just give myself to him—there’s something about him that’s so demanding and possessive, the way he won’t stand for me doubting his morals or the man he is or what he’s capable of.

I like it. I like it as much now as I did on that night when the two of us met. And just like I did on that first night, I need him now.

I reach down to slip my panties off, untangling my legs from his for a moment to make it a little easier. My heart is pounding against the inside of my rib cage, so hard I’m sure he can feel it. I wish I could contain my physical reactions to him a little, so my body wouldn’t make it quite so obvious that I would do anything he asks of me right now—but at the same time, I can’t imagine hiding how badly I need him.

I run my hand down the front of his body and cup my fingers around his cock for a moment. He groans, his teeth catching on my bottom lip. I part my thighs and wrap myself around him, drawing him in even closer to me and letting him feel how much I want him.

“Please,” I whisper against his lips. “Please, I need to feel you inside of me…”

As soon as those words reach his ears, he reaches into his pants and pulls out his cock, which is already gloriously hard. I shift myself to the edge of the counter, making it easy for him to push inside of me, and he takes the invitation and starts to easehimself into me slowly, letting me savor the feeling of his cock filling me once more.

I hook my ankles behind his back and pull him closer, watching to see the little changes in his face as he pushes deeper and deeper. I love the way his jaw tightens, the way his eyes seem to darken slightly, as though he can tell I’m enjoying every second of this. I still can’t believe how well the two of us fit together, as though we were made for each other. I haven’t been with any other guy whose body seems to slot into mine like this, everything in us reaching out for each other to get closer and closer still.

He slides his arms around me and slowly begins to move inside of me, taking his time, clearly enjoying the way I’m reacting to him. I push my hands into his silver hair, breathing in the scent of him as he continues to move inside of me, taking me slowly, gently, tenderly. I didn’t know a man like him was capable of such tenderness, but now that he’s showing it to me, it seems almost obvious—almost ridiculous that I would think he could do anything else.

He presses his face into my neck and breathes in deeply as he begins to pick up the pace, starting to thrust into me with a little more purpose now. I’m pushing back into him, allowing him even further into me, my body demanding him as deep as I can get him. Even though our bodies are pressed together, even though I can feel his breath over the pulse of blood in my neck, I still feel as though there’s too much distance between us—as though we would be better off wrapping ourselves up in each other completely, blending into one person.

I can feel the orgasm starting to build low in my belly, that deep thrum of pleasure already starting to get the best of me. I let out a moan into his ear, and I can feel him growling against my neck,something feral and wild in his tone. I love hearing him like this, hearing him so desperate for me. There’s something supremely powerful about knowing that this strong man is willing to let down his guard to be with me, even if it’s just for a moment in time…

He shifts his motions a little so he’s grinding against my clit with every thrust, and it’s that edge of sensation that takes me where I need to go. I come hard against him, my body spasming as I hang on to him for dear life. I can feel his teeth grazing against my neck, like he could take a bite out of me right here and now, and there’s a part of me that really wants him to—as crazy as that sounds.

He pushes deep one last time and holds himself there, and I can feel his cock spasming inside me as he goes over the edge and into his release. He breathes deep against my neck, not wanting to pull back yet, and I’m not ready to admit this is done with either.

We stay like this for a moment, just panting in each other’s arms—it’s impossible to speak after that level of pleasure, the way it takes control of you, the way it demands everything from you.

“Fuck,” he murmurs against my ear. “Does it ever stop feeling this fucking good with you…?”

I giggle, a flood of endorphins coursing through me as I wrap my arms around him. When he talks to me like this, when he holds me the way he’s holding me right now, I can’t remember any of the good reasons I might have to want to keep him as far away from my life as possible. None of them matter; none of them can come close to mattering. I just want to be here, with him, in this moment, and as far as I’m concerned, everything else can wait.

But when I extract myself again, and he pulls back from me at last, something starts to nag at me. I can still remember the way that Cara looked at me before, when she told me how dangerous this man is. And I trust her. I do.

But she doesn’t see him like I do. And I’m not sure the rest of the world ever could, and that part scares me too. If something were to happen between us, if I were toreallylet myself fall for him, then what would happen? How would it go? He’s moving back to another city soon enough, and he’s got no reason to come back here, other than to be with Polly and me.

And I don’t want him to stay here just for me, just for us. Not when I know how dark things in his world can get. I can’t just pull myself into this knowingly. It was one thing to get involved with him when I didn’t have a clue who he was, but now I would be walking into a trap after I watched the person set it for me.

I pull back from him a little, but he doesn’t move, keeping his grip on me firm.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine, I just?—”

I stop myself. I can’t finish that sentence. I don’t know what to tell him, what he expects me to say. I can’t tell him that it’s just fine for him to be here, that he can stay as long as he wants and I would never ask him to leave, because we both know that isn’t true—we both know there isn’t a chance in hell that I can pull that off.

But I can ask him to stay for the night. Just the night. Nothing else has to happen between us, nothing else has to go down. We can just spend some time together. Maybe he can help with Polly in the morning, just like he did the other day.

“Will you stay tonight?” I ask him softly, glancing up to him once more. A grin nearly splits his face in two—I can tell that’s exactly what he was hoping I would say. As he zips his pants and helps me off the counter, he kisses me on the cheek.

“Of course I will,” he replies, breathing in the scent of me. “You want me to run you a bath or something…?”

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