Page 18 of Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner
He wasn’t angry with her. Last night, they crossed a boundary, one that was never going to come back between them. He certainly didn’t regret it, and as far as he was concerned, Harper now belonged to him. He was the first man to touch her, to fuck her, and he’d be a great deal of her firsts. Like right now, having her juicy ass across his knee. He had one arm across her back, and with the other he couldn’t help but stroke that full, ripe ass.
She let out a moan as he stroked her.
“That’s not spanking,” she said.
“I get to do what I want, seeing as this is my punishment to you.” He stroked her ass and then moved his hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy.
Another moan, this one a little more guttural than the last.
Pulling his hand out from her pussy, he laid one hard slap right across her ass. He allowed the sting to ring out, and she let out a grunt. Her hands held onto his pant leg, and he spanked her again. This time, he soothed out the pain by massaging her ass, then he focused on one cheek, which he slapped, followed by another. Her ass was glowing at this point, and his hand was stinging.
Enzo had no intention of hurting her, but as he pressed his hand back between her thighs, he felt how wet she was, and he rewarded her with pressing two fingers inside her. He pumped them in and out of her, spreading his fingers wide, letting her get accustomed to the feel of him. The moans escaping her lips had his cock rock-hard.
The spanking aroused her, and he filed that away. Easing her off his lap, he got to his feet and pulled his shirt over his head.
“This is what you can wear,” he said.
“But won’t you be cold?” she asked.
“I’m hot.” And his cock was incredibly tight tucked away in his pants, and he was finding it hard to concentrate on anything but Harper, and wanting to be balls-deep inside her. “I’ve got to feed you. Everything is waiting.”
She looked at the dress shirt, then at him, and he saw she was having a battle, but she pulled on his shirt, which was a little oversized on her.
He cupped her face and kissed her before taking her hand and walking her into the dining room, where he’d laid the table for the two of them.
“You did all this for me?” she asked.
“Yes, you’re my one and only.”
“That is so sweet,” she said.
He’d never been accused of being sweet before, this was new. Either way, if it made her happy, he was going to take it. He cupped the back of her neck, tilted her head back, and kissed her lips. This made her melt against him.
He could gladly kiss her all freaking day long, and he couldn’t stop touching her. She was setting him on fire.
Enzo pulled out a seat and allowed her to sit.
“I noticed you hadn’t had your coffee, so I made it for you. It would have been hotter if you didn’t decide to dawdle.”
“I was not dawdling.”
“Yeah, you were. I’m surprised you didn’t even hear me in the kitchen.”
“I was kind of lost in my own thoughts,” Harper said.
“Any you care to share?” he asked.
“Nope.”
Enzo smirked. “You were thinking about last night.”
Her face had gone a beautiful shade of red. He loved seeing her blush.
“I might have thought about last night.”
“Good.” He reached over and took her hand, kissing her on the knuckles.
“This is not going to work. We’re two different people, and there is no future for us,” she said.
