The Don's Legal Eagle's Baby: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance

7. Emilio

Iheard the sound of her chair moving back and watched as she stood and rounded the table. Time slowed as she settled onto my lap.

“How about we forget about dinner and start with dessert?” she whispered against my cheek, her breath warm and voice raspy. I moaned in agreement, hands coming up to rest against her back, cradling her to me.

“I like that idea.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I leaned up and caught her lips against mine, hungrier for her than I had ever been. I kissed her with fervor, groaning at the eagerness with which she returned the kiss, her tongue greedily pushing its way into my mouth like she couldn”t get enough of this either. God, she tasted amazing.

I wanted more.

Her little breathless moans and the pleasant weight of her in my lap were driving me mad. I groaned against her mouth, hands sliding down to cup her ass.

We kissed and kissed and kissed, learning each other’s mouths, uncovering, exploring, searching, but one particular sound she emitted low in her throat, and the little squirm against my straining jeans was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Swiftly, I picked her up, standing and depositing her on the top of the table.

“Emilio,” she whimpered, tugging me to her by my shirt.

I stepped between her legs and kissed her furiously. I kissed my way down the creamy skin of her throat and tugged up her shirt, grumbling when I inconveniently had to pull away from her to yank it over her head, but the smooth mounds above her bra made it worth it.

I buried my face in her cleavage, kissing and gently biting, and felt her nails drag pleasantly up and down my back.

“I want you,” I panted, blinded by my arousal, my white-hot desire for her, and months of dreaming about a woman’s touch. And not just any woman.

Her.

Griselda.

“Yes,” she agreed breathlessly, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside, her hands eager but careful as she reverently mapped the scars on my chest and torso.

I leaned her backward onto the table, giving her a hungry, needy kiss. Something, maybe a phone book, toppled to the floor. I didn”t care. The only thing that mattered was her.

She felt incredible beneath me, petite, warm, wanting–a perfect fit inside a perfect frame. I trailed my hands down her bare sides to the waistband of her pants, fumbling with the button that flew off. I pushed her pants and thong down her soft, surprisingly muscular yet delicate calves and over her ankles.

I bent and pressed a kiss to her stomach, then dropped to my knees between her legs. I could easily worship this woman.

“Emilio?” she asked, breathing labored and eyes wide.

“I’m having my dessert.”

I tasted her like I was tasting my last meal, or perhaps my first, mouth greedy and devouring. I hooked her leg over my shoulder and slid two fingers inside of her fluttering depths while tongue and lips attacked her clit.

Every whimper, every moan, every delightful noise that filled the room spurred me on, bringing her higher and higher until she was tugging my hair and gasping my name in ecstasy. I coaxed her back down and grinned up at her.

Griselda was loud.

“Emilio,” she panted, staring up at me.

I watched as she propped herself on her elbows and stared down at me with dark, lusty eyes, her chest heaving. I didn’t even need to be told anything to understand what she wanted.

Grunting, I shifted to my feet and scooped her up, depositing her on the king-sized mattress. I smiled hungrily down at her, appreciating the sight before me.

Her hair was mussed, skin flushed, cunt dripping wet, and those eyes again, peering right back up at me with desire.

She sat up and unhooked her bra. I watched appreciatively as her breasts spilled into view, her nipples rosy and stout.

As I fumbled with my belt, her hands quickly replaced mine at my fly, unzipping my jeans like she was on a mission.

“Someone’s impatient,” I murmured, tangling a hand in her hair as she tugged me closer, and the edge of the bed knocked into my knees.

“Just eager for my dessert.”

She shoved my jeans and underwear down, my erection springing free, and kissed her way down my abdomen. I shuddered and tangled a hand in her hair, gripping it tightly, and then, her sweet little hand wrapped around my cock, and her even sweeter lips were sucking my tip.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as she slid me deeper into her mouth.

She took such good care of me, coaxing me with her mouth, hand so gentle and careful not to take me too far too fast.

“Okay baby, that feels so good, but…”I tenderly urged her back, chest heaving.

The disappointed look on her face was so damn cute, but any more of her talented mouth and I would explode. Hands shaking, I stroked the hair out of her face and urged her back against the mattress, lips finding hers in a fiery kiss.

“Emilio,” she panted, wrapping her arms around me.

Taking myself in hand, I slowly slid into her with a groan, marveling at the way our bodies fit together. She was so warm and tight and perfect as she stretched to accommodate me.

My stomach fluttered with the excitement of finally getting to experience this with her. I’d be lying to myself if I hadn’t thought about what she felt like. Nothing, however, came close to the reality.

She was so responsive, squirming beneath me, body spasming around my cock with every thrust, her little moans and whimpers, and the sound of her panting filling the room.

I sped up, my movements firm and fast, lifting her hips and angling to drive into her sweet spot. My calloused fingers found her swollen clit and didn’t hold back.

“Emilio!” she cried out, body arching towards me.

“You like that?”I rasped, panting hard.

She whimpered and nodded, hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles were white.

“Say it.”

“I like it,” she whined, eyes rolling back. ”Fuck, you feel so good. More. Please, more. Fuck me,” She begged.

Grunting, I pulled out and firmly flipped her until she was on her hands and knees before roughly entering her from behind.

She choked back an elated cry. ”Yes!”

I drove into her hard and fast, and I reached around her stomach and rubbed her clit raw, giving her ass a firm, resounding slap.

Griselda screamed and grabbed the headboard, cumming hard, a tight, hot, rapid flood that left her limp and trembling. It was too much and just enough.

”Fuck! Griselda !” I grabbed her hips with both hands and stilled, emptying into her with a low roar.

I collapsed on top of her, spent, the room echoing with our joint panting and the racing of my heartbeat in my ear.

I finally gathered up the strength to push off of her and lower myself next to her on the bed, reaching over to stroke her creamy back.

”You okay?”I murmured gently.

She rolled over to face me and slid close, burying her face in my neck and curling into my body.

”I”m better than okay,” she murmured against my skin. ”You?”

”Feeling like the luckiest bastard in the world.”

I felt her smile into my throat and kissed the top of her sweaty head, sighing contently. I lay in silence for several minutes, just trying to catch my breath, and basked in the feeling of relief.

”You”re, uh… pretty vocal, huh?” I teased after a bit. She stroked a hand through her hair. ”Surprised we didn”t get a knock from management.”

She smirked up at me and wrinkled her nose, poking my side.

”And whose fault is that?”

”I guess I can live with the blame.” I chuckled and bent down to kiss her slowly.

She deepened the kiss, urging me onto my back before climbing on top of me, her hair falling around her face. I groaned, holding her close, my hands covering the entire expanse of her back.

”You asked for more.”I shrugged.

”I did. You got the message.”

She reached down between us, fingertips brushing my now flaccid, sticky cock.

”I”ll let you rest for a little bit, but I”m putting you to work at least two more times tonight, so rest up quickly,” she ordered, wetting her lips and grinning down at me like a woman with a plan.

I didn”t like anyone telling me what to do, but I could make an exception for her.

Later.

I groaned and squeezed her breasts, then grabbed her by the hips and tugged her over my face. She gasped.

”Emilio? What happened to resting?”

I dragged my tongue up her slit, causing her to shudder, my fingertips bruising her hips. I buried my nose against her wet cunt. I heard no further complaints from her.

The shrill ring of my phone shattered the stillness of the early morning, dragging me from the depths of slumber. Confused for a moment about my surroundings, I cast a quick look at the clock—4 a.m. It took a few more seconds for me to recall the events of the night and realize where I was.

Glancing at Griselda, still fast asleep beside me, I carefully retrieved the buzzing device. The missed call notification stared back at me, accompanied by a text message from my father, requesting me to meet him at my earliest convenience.

I was slightly alarmed. I hadn’t been summoned like this in a long time, especially not at such a time.

I sighed. I had to leave. Now.

I didn”t want to disturb Griselda, so I slid out of bed carefully, reaching for my clothes. No time for that second round I had promised her. As I dressed, I couldn”t help but wonder what Griselda”s reaction would be upon waking up to an empty bed.

Would she be disappointed, hurt, or perhaps angry?

I felt a pang of guilt. Leaving in a hurry like this was not fair to her, especially since this would be the second time. She deserved an explanation, a chance to understand why I had to go so abruptly – then and now. I ran my hand through my hair.

I wished things could be different so that I could share my world with her openly. But the reality was harsh. My involvement in the mafia came with a host of dangers and secrets that I couldn”t expose her to.

I couldn”t bear the thought of her being caught in the crossfire or becoming a target because of our connection, not to mention the moral and ethical struggle she would have as a lawyer.

With a heavy heart, I made my way out.

One last look at her peaceful form, and I tiptoed out of the room, the door clicking shut softly behind me.