Page 65 of Taken By the Underboss

“Well, I don’t know. I’m a trained surgeon. What are your qualifications?” I smirked over my shoulder at him, and he chuckled.

“Give me that.” He took the knife out of my hand and began skillfully cutting one of the peppers like a professional chef.

“Not too bad,” I sounded unimpressed even though I was a bit surprised by his skills in the kitchen.

I stretched over him to reach another knife to continue cutting the squash, purposefully letting my ass brush against him and he sucked in a sharp breath.Two can play at this game.

I smiled to myself, turning up the music on the radio so that I could dance around the kitchen as we cooked. We tossed the veggies with olive oil and herbs before placing them in the oven with the chicken. Then it was just time to wait.

When another good song came on the radio, Alessandro took my hand and spun me around the kitchen, making me laugh. My bare feet slid on the kitchen tiles, and he caught me, moving me into an impromptu dip.

Being that close to him, face to face as we paused in the dip seemed to ignite some tiny ember between us. I was drawn toward him as he moved in slowly until our lips were only a breath apart. His eyes searched mine for any sign that I wanted him to stop, but he wouldn’t find any hesitation there. I wanted him. There was no doubt about it. That spark quickly ignited into a flame that I didn’t want to put out.

His lips crashed into mine, and he let his hands roam wildly over my curves as he pulled me tight against his body. He stood me back upright just long enough to lift me onto the kitchen counter. He tugged my shirt off in one smooth move and our lips parted for only a moment as it flew over my head. Our lips came together again before my shirt hit the floor.

I worked quickly to undo his shirt, tugging it down his shoulders. I let it fall before moving to the button on his pants and he unfastened mine at the same time. He tugged my pants and panties off and perched me on the edge of the counter as he entered me with urgency. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he held under my thighs, picking me up off of the counter completely as he reached so deep that I gasped from the fullness. He turned, pinning me against the wall and kissed me until I was breathless as he pounded into me like his life depended on it.

I cried out in pleasure with each thrust. The oven timer beeped, letting us know that dinner was ready, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he increased his pace, holding my thighs tight to reach even deeper.

I cried out partly in warning about the timer and partly out of pleasure. I didn’t want him to stop but I also didn’t want to burn the house down.

He slipped his hand between us, teasing me as he thrusted, and sending me over the edge. I grasped his shoulders tighter, my nails catching the skin as I came undone around him, exploding into a million tiny pieces that only he could put back together, and he followed right after.

We held each other tight, trying to catch our breath before he slowly lowered my feet to the floor again. I stood on shaky legs, and he kept an arm around me as I found my balance. Once he knew that I was steady enough to stand on my own, he didn’t bother getting dressed before he grabbed the oven mitts and pulled the meal from the oven.

“Is it burnt?” I asked as I slid on his button-down shirt and started to button it up.

“Close, but no, it looks good.”

“Look at that, a quickie in the kitchen and didn’t even burn the dinner.” I smiled and wrapped my arms around his waist, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

He pulled back, looking me up and down in just his shirt. “Damn, that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My shirt has never looked so good.”

I blushed. He kissed my forehead before slipping on his boxers and pants.

“Eat dinner with me like that.”

“In this?” I blushed, looking down at my state of undress.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” I smiled shyly, and he grinned. “But only if you lose the pants.”

“You want me to eat in just my boxers?”

I nodded.

“I think that’s fair, though, I don’t know how we are going to make it through dinner without going at it again.” His eyes sparkled with a playfulness I hadn’t seen since Tuscany.

“Isn’t that the point?” I grinned.

Alex grabbed a hand towel, letting it snap on the back of my leg and I squealed before jumping out of his reach.

Alessandro laughed and threw the towel to the counter. “Come on. Let’s set this up in the dining room.

Chapter 25

Alessandro

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