Page 29 of Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner
“I do. This is amazing.” She felt tears fill her eyes, and she put the booklet back on the table, went to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. “This has got to be one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me.”
“I don’t think it’s sweet. I just added to your workload.” He winked at her.
“It is. This means a lot to me. I love learning.”
He reached up and tucked some hair behind her ear. “You can have anything you want, Harper. All you have to do is ask.”
There was one thing she was wanting, but she had a feeling it was not going to come with her asking. She wanted him to love her. That was a boundary they shouldn’t cross and was not going to work. She couldn’t help but feel like something bad was going to happen.
“This is all I need,” she said, kissing him again.
“You know, I didn’t do this for sex,” Enzo said.
“I know, because you’re going to get that regardless.” She pushed him down into the chair and moved to straddle his waist. “If you didn’t do this for sex, would you like me to stop? I can go back to pressing your shirts.”
He grabbed her ass, and then gave her a little swat that made her cry out.
“Take off the jeans,” he said.
Harper had no choice but to climb off his lap, and she stepped back. With his gaze on her, the hungry look in his eyes, she felt ... consumed. Opening the button of her jeans, she began to wriggle out of her pants, turning so he could look at her ass. Knowing he wanted to spank it, she bent forward and eased the jeans off her feet.
It was easy to do, and Enzo grabbed her waist. She didn’t get a chance to remove her panties, because he grabbed them with his teeth and pulled them right off her body, making her cry out as he pulled her close. Her back was to his chest, and he reached down, touching her clit.
“Put my dick inside you,” he said.
She lifted up, and he allowed her to move. It was an awkward position, but his cock was already long. While she’d been wriggling out of her jeans, he reached into his pants and took out his cock.
She found her entrance, and then slid down, taking him in deep, filling her as she did so. When there was at least half of his cock within her, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard the rest of the way. She cried out and felt his cock pulsing within her.
He let go of one of her hips, pressed his hand to her pussy, and started to massage her clit. He moved back and forth, building up the pleasure.
Harper didn’t have time to hold back, as his touch set her on fire. He pushed her over the edge, and she couldn’t hold back. She came, grinding on his cock, and he let go of her clit and grabbed her hips. She followed him, thrust for thrust, feeling how hard he got as he pounded inside her. There was nowhere else for her to go. She felt raw, open, and exposed.
She was at his mercy, and when he came, she felt every pulse, and she wondered if this would be the time she got pregnant.
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Harper was pregnant. Enzo knew it. They had been having sex for over two months, and she had yet to have a menstrual cycle. Harper was pregnant.
He had also noticed the subtle changes of her body. Her tits were getting larger, and he noticed the jeans that had fit her perfectly in the beginning were getting tight. They also hadn’t stopped having sex because of her cycle.
There was also the problem that this morning, before he left, Harper had run to the bathroom and thrown up. The morning sickness was already coming. But they didn’t talk about the fact she was pregnant, nor that she was in love with him, or that he was in love with her. They didn’t cross that boundary, yet they were having sex every chance they got. It wasn’t just sex either, they also spent time together. He loved being in her company, which was a first for him.
When his mother was alive, he rarely wanted to spend any time with her either, and other women had been boring to him. Yet, with Harper, he found excuses to go home, and even when they didn’t have sex, they talked about everything and nothing.
Harper was currently struggling with what to choose as a course. So, they spent countless hours in the bath, or in bed, or in the sitting room, as she read about each course and what it entailed. They had pretty much gone through the entire booklet of ideas, and still, she was none-the-wiser about what to study. He was starting to get the feeling she was nervous about returning to education, which she didn’t need to be.
If they were not talking about her courses, he took her out to dinner, finding different restaurants she enjoyed. Harper was always nervous. She seemed to constantly be aware of the fact she was a cleaner. He didn’t give a fuck what she had been. He wanted her by his side.
Arriving back at the house at lunch, he made his way into the kitchen and found Harper sitting at one of the counters but slumped over it. At first glance, it reminded him of how he found his parents, slumped over their food, looking asleep, and yet they had been dead to the world from the poison his wife had given them.
He rushed to Harper’s side, cupping her face, and she opened her eyes and groaned.
“Crap, what time is it?” she asked.
Her face was pale, and he saw the sweat across her brow.
“It’s lunchtime. What’s going on? What happened?”
