Page 14 of Knocked Up by My Dad's Mafia Boss

I bark out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, well. I should.”

“But you don’t. And you didn’t kiss me like–”

“I shouldn’t have kissed you back.”

“But you did that, too.”

She takes another step toward me, that rose scent floating up into my nostrils. I’m fighting not to harden in my slacks. I place down my drink with shaking hands, finally looking up at her.

Oh, fucking Christ.

She’s nude beneath the robe, standing there bare in front of me, ample breasts and hips and thighs all on display.

Her olive skin is smooth everywhere, not a blemish to be had, and her waist dips in just where it’s supposed to.

She’s a fucking goddess and all I want to do is drop to my knees and worship her.

“Tell me again it was just your job. That you don’t feel anything for me.”

My eyes snap to hers. “It’s just… my job. I don’t… feel anything for you.” I choke out the lies like they’re laced with poison. I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want Samantha Capetti… and that’s the worst thing about me.

“I don’t believe you,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck. My hands, traitors that they are, go to her waist.

“That’s because I’m a fucking liar,” I groan as she presses her lips to mine, and I’m lost.

Samantha’s tongue is hot against mine, delving deep inside my mouth. My hands move to her hips, pulling her closer against me. I know she can feel me hard against her hip.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I should stop.

I groan into her mouth when her hands go to my chest, spreading her palms across my pecs. Her hand grips me through my slacks and I hiss in a sharp breath.

“Samantha.”

“Dante,” she says back, a teasing lilt in her voice, like she’s got me right where she wants me.

She does. I don’t care if she uses me up and throws me away, I’ll at least have this moment to remember.

Even if I never let myself do it again.

I wish I could blame the alcohol but I only had a few sips before this happened.

She drops to her knees, looking up at me. I reach down to thumb her pouty lip, pressing the digit into her mouth. She sucks on my thumb, cheeks hollowing and my dick jumps.

“Fuck, little one.”

Samantha rubs her face against my clothed erection, making my breath catch in my throat.

She puts her hands on my waistband, deftly unbuttoning my slacks.

When she frees my erection to the night air I groan low in my throat.

She looks at me hungrily for a moment before taking the head of my cock into her mouth.

I don’t cry out, not wanting to alert Elio, but it’s a near thing. I have to bite down hard on the side of my mouth, tasting copper.

Her mouth is so wet.

So warm.