Page 141 of Veiled Amor

She earned another swat on her butt.

Half-asleep when he came back, she smelled the lavender bubbles when he lifted her into his arms. Lucia curled hers around Capone’s neck and nuzzled his stubble jawline. “Are you going to join me?”

“You know I hate that smelly shit.”

“You could make an exception one time, Giancarlo.” She coaxed, moving her lips over his ear gauge.

“I don’t want to stink like a meadow.”

Lucia would take offense if she weren’t so sleepy. Cooking two Mercado boys, who were always so active, was tiring work. She slid down his body so he could undress her. It was another wife perk she reveled in and he kissed her belly as he helped her out of the panties.

“You’re going to smell like us and sex anyway, so what does it matter?”

Capone cocked an arrogant brow and turned her tummy over with hot flips. He could be sexy without even trying.

“You have a point. Climb in, Lucia, you’re practically asleep.”

“I can rally for sex, don’t you worry your biker head about that, baby.”

He chuckled, his eyes appraising her body in a slow perusal.

She’d been more self-conscious of her body when she was a size 3. Now she was round and pregnant all over, she felt incredibly womanly and loved when Capone put his eyes, hands, and mouth on her. She sent him a wink over her shoulder as she sank into the suds, moaning with pleasure as the water enveloped her.

That’s when she heard the clank of a belt being undone, and she smiled to herself.

“You are a damn tease,wife.”

“And you love it.”

He didn’t deny it. Sinking into the water behind her, Capone pulled Lucia into his chest. Now this was bliss.

This weekend there was a big biker get-together on Renegade Souls grounds. Then, the weekend after, it was a birthday party plus housewarming for Rider and Zara’s new place. Lucia was thriving in her new family.

It went without saying, though, spending time just with Capone, heaven itself.

It turned into paradise when her impatient man slipped his hand into the water and found where she was slick and ready for him. Lucia moaned his name when he found the easy rhythm, rubbing her slowly at first, working her until her legs shook.

“That’s right,mi amor. Rattle the fucking walls crying my name. I waited long enough to hear it, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” she agreed.

And fed the ego of her insatiable man, who she loved more than life itself.

After all, he’d given her the life she was living now; she owed him.

Owed him.

Owned him.

It was the same thing, she was a Mercado, so she’d know.

“Oh, god, don’t tease me, Giancarlo,” she pleaded. His fingers had turned wicked.

And so did his chuckle against the side of her throat. “We have nothing but time,amor.”

Thank God.

She smiled into her pleasure.

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