Page 15 of Grumpy Mafia Boss and the Cleaner
“How?”
“Let’s just say I can be persuasive, and your dad knows what is good for him.”
She sank against him. “Thank you.”
She was not going to need the money, but it was there for her.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m good.”
“Are you sore?”
“I don’t feel sore.”
He slid a hand between them and down toward her pussy. He found her slit, stroked a finger between the sweet folds of her pussy and found her clit. Slowly, he started to tease her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m playing with your pussy, and seeing as I was a little selfish and didn’t bring you to orgasm, I’m thinking I’m going to make up for that now.” He stroked her clit, using two fingers, and alternating to using one, as he glided it across her clit, allowing her to get accustomed to his touch. Then he pressed kisses against her neck, hearing her soft, subtle moan as she let one out. She was addictive, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
Enzo didn’t stop until her orgasm built, and he didn’t make her wait. Instead, he pushed her right over the edge and held her in his arms, refusing to let her fall. From now on, he was going to catch her every single time.
Harper was not alone.
