Page 137 of The Mafia Enforcer's Temptation
“Technically, we blew it up together.” And as a metaphor, I like it. A lot. “I’d burn the world for you, too. And if you ever leave me again, I’ll have to punish you.”
“I might get scared, Seamus, but I’ll never leave you. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I say, and I kiss her again.
If this is love, I’ll take it.
And everything she has to give.
Three months later, I slide an arm around my wife’s waist as she signs her approval of a new client for the smuggling route. It’s a new one, and we’re sharing the role in the Volkov-Murphy Alliance.
She turns and pushes me away, her new small engagement ring glittering in the light. “You’re going to make us late.”
“But…”
“What?”
I nudge her across her office, and she dodges me, laughing as I finally catch her and pin her against the desk. “We could fuck on the desk.”
“You always fuck me on this desk. I’m going to need a new desk,” Ava says as she unbuttons my shirt.
I slide a hand up the side of her skirt, pleased she’s not wearing panties. I know where they are… right in my pocket because stroking her soft, wet flesh is a favorite pastime of mine, and I hate anything that gets in my way of that.
I start to lazily pump my fingers in her tight cunt. She shudders, tightening around them.
“Your desk is a great source of many of my fantasies.” I kiss down the side of her throat, then make my way up to her lips.
Ava reaches down to pull on my zipper and she slips her hand in my pants to stroke my cock.
But then she stops and says, “No.”
“Is that a ‘no’ I want more or a real ‘no’?”
“It’s a reluctant ‘no’ that says I want more, but we’re late, and if we don’t go?—”
“To a baby shower?”
“If,” she says, “we don’t go, Lucie will kill you.”
I bite her lip and let out a mock sigh. “I’m gonna be an uncle. I’m sort of one now. I mean, Tatiana’s technically my sister-in-law, but she’s also just turned five, which is weird.”
She grins and gives me a little shove. “Seamus, move your hot ass. We have to go.”
She’s right. But I kiss her anyway.
I’m not going to say the last three months have been smooth. They’ve been deliciously bumpy, and we’ve clashed and burned the way we need to. She’s the other half of me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I sling an arm around her shoulders. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Can I have my panties back?”
“Hell no,” I say. “I’ve got plans for you in the bathroom, sweet thing.”
“You’re the worst, Seamus.”
I kiss her as I open the door. “I know. It’s why you love me.”
“I do.” She smiles. “More than life itself.”
