Page 37 of Alessia
“Yes, you were and now I’m kissing you.” I pepper kisses up and down her jaw and neck. She giggles and my hands start to tickle her sides. She bursts out in screams and laughter. Only seconds later Elio and Alex burst into the room, guns drawn.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Elio bellows.
Still laughing I turn on my back to face him. “We’re fine, Elio. You can put your gun away now.”
He looks at me with an irritated look and sighs, “Fucking hell. Why did you have to get a girlfriend? My life expectancy just dropped 20 years, you know.”
“Why is everyone calling me your girlfriend?” Harper pouts.
“Because that’s what you are, and you’d better get used to it.” I give her a stern look.
“Elio,I would like to take Harper out to dinner in an hour. Can you make a reservation at that place I love and get the car ready?”
“Of course, Ma’am!”
Elio and Alex leave the room and Harper straddles me. “Now where were we?” She says.
“I thought I was on top?” I respond.
“Yes, you were, but you had your fun.”
“Oh, did I?” I lower my chin and look up at her with a devilish grin.
“Oh fuck, I’m in trouble now, aren’t I?”
“Who says that? We need to get ready for dinner, right?”
“Uhm… Yes?”
“Yes, what?”
“I guess we do, where are you taking me?”
“It’s a surprise, you nosy girl.”
She looks at me with a pouty lip and makes a motion to get off my lap. I hold her hips in place. My hands cup her face and I kiss her deeply. She lets out a little moan in my mouth. FUCK! She’s so responsive, I love every little noise she makes for me. She presses herself into me and need every ounce of control not to rip her clothes off right now. I break the kiss and look into her dark eyes, filled with lust now.
“You look eager for more…” I say, my voice is husky. She nods. My eyes dart over her face, etching each little detail of it in my memory. I kiss her again; I can’t seem to stop. She’s like a drug to me; I need more of her every second I’m close to her. This time she breaks the kiss.
“We really need to get ready.” She says breathlessly. She tries to get off my lap again and this time I let her.
“Okay, you go freshen up.”
Harper goes into the bathroom and closes the door. I let my head rest against the headboard. My mind is still whirling since the meeting with the Dons. Everything is in place for my father’s funeral tomorrow and my coronation on Sunday but something still feels off. Like I’m missing something I just can’t put my finger on. Harper steps out of the bathroom, my mind stilling in her presence. I get off the bed and take her hand.
“Let’s go, Tesoro.”
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