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Letting my nipple out of his mouth with a pop, his tongue trails back down my stomach. Then he begins again at my other knee and continues all the way up the thigh with cream still on it. When he reaches the top, he takes his time, licking my lips, gently flicking his tongue over my clit before sucking it into his mouth, hard, as he shoves two fingers inside me.
He holds me down with his other hand against my lower stomach, only adding to all the sensations as that hand rises and begins playing with my nipple. My second orgasm hits even quicker than the first and I can’t help but yell out, “Oh, yes, Baby!”
“Good girl.”
I feel him grin against my pussy as he laps me up, my clit pulsing like it has its own heartbeat. Then, he climbs up my body, lining himself up and planting his mouth on mine again, making me taste myself on him, and I love it, trying to top from the bottom, lifting my pelvis up to meet him and encouraging him to put his cock inside me.
“My birthday, my rules. Turn over.”
“Yes, sir.” I smirk and move to my front, my chest against the bed, and my knees underneath me so my ass is in the air for him.
“So fucking beautiful.” His words are barely a growl as he lines himself up again and pushes inside me. His thrusts are powerful as he grips my hips, leaving the best kind of bruises as our bodies slap together with the most delicious sound.
He reaches around with one hand and grasps my breast, encouraging me to lift my back up to meet his chest. Kissing my neck and holding me tightly against him, he continues to thrust into me and our sweat mingles together, just as our sounds do as they echo around the room. He brings his hand up from my breast to collar my neck, his other hand moving around the front of me to play with my clit as he nips at my earlobe.
His heavy breaths and all the sensations are quickly sending me into orgasm number three and I never want it to stop.
“Come for me, Tesoro.”
I don’t need telling twice.
I explode around him, screaming out my release, and warmth fills me as he lets go at the same time. His movements become softer, slower, and our breaths become the only sound filling the silence.
“Happy birthday, Husband.”
CHAPTERTWENTY
MARCO
After River told me about the Greek ambush at the restaurant and her security detail wrote up the report for me to have, I decided those fuckers needed a visit.
They refused. Apparently, they have nothing to say to me.
Today, however, I’m meeting with the Greek brothers after they realized I wasn’t fucking around.
It would seem that their central shipping warehouse had faulty wiring, which explains the fact it’s now burnt down to the ground. Completely unsalvageable.
“I don’t trust them. Who’s to say they won’t put a bullet in our heads the minute we march in there?” Enzo is driving us, his white-knuckled grip on the wheel a clear sign of his emotions. For once, he’s not beaten to a pulp. Only a fading bruise around his eye remains, which is fine. Black eyes are common in our world.
“They won’t.” I reassure, but he’s not hearing me.
“And how the fuck could you possibly know that?” We’re headed across the Queensboro Bridge, which seems like a complete waste of time.
“Why don’t you take the Midtown Tunnel? It’s a straight line from there.” I know what he’s going to say because we have this conversation every time we have business in Queens.
“I don’t trust tunnels and I sure as fuck ain’t gonna pay for them.” Christ, he’s impossible. “Now, tell me, why aren’t you worried?”
Taking out my phone, I check the extra cameras we had installed since returning from Italy to make sure everything is quiet at the house.
“I sent Yiannis pictures of every single one of his warehouses, letting him know thosealsohave faulty wiring.” Enzo chuckles but it only lasts a second before his mask slips right back into place. “I need you to keep your shit together. Aleko is a crazy motherfucker and highly unpredictable, so I need you to be alert and clear-headed.”
With a snort, he rolls his eyes like an annoying teenager. “When have I not been alert?”
“Andclear-headed?” I raise a brow and allow the silence to gnaw at him. Since Naples, his brain has been muddy and I get it, but now is not the time to dive into his emotions.
“Fair point.”
I barely hear his response but that’s fine, I don’t need any more than that.