Page 18 of Knocked Up by My Dad's Mafia Boss

It’ll just scare him off.

“I think I’ll just go home.”

His eyes shoot to mine, wary. “It’s early.”

I shrug. “I’m tired. I’ll go and tell my friends goodbye.”

I don’t miss the way his throat works when Reese hugs me goodbye, kissing my cheek, so I play it up, kissing the corner of Reese’s mouth. He gives me a weird look but doesn’t protest.

Dante’s all but stalking toward the car when I get outside, just expecting I’ll follow. Of course, I do. He doesn’t even open the door for me, just gets in, slamming the door.

He’smad. I try to hide a smirk. Maybe he’ll lose just a modicum of control.

I slowly get into the passenger side. Dante doesn’t move. He’s just sitting there, his seatbelt off, slumped against the seat. I glance over at him. “Dante?”

He doesn’t answer me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Everything,” he mumbles, and then turns to me, his eyes searching my face. I don’t know what he means by that. I don’t know why he’s looking at me like that.

But when he kisses me, I don’t protest. I melt against him, breathing him in. The parking garage is dark. No one’s around, but I don’t know if I’d care if we were in the middle of the club. His hand grips my thigh, squeezing the flesh there, and I moan against his lips.

“Samantha.”

“Mm?” I nuzzle against his neck, kissing him there.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?”

“Maybe,” I say with a small smirk, and he groans, kissing me again. He spreads my thighs with one hand, sliding it between my legs. All I’m wearing beneath my dress is a silk thong, and his fingers are hot through the fabric. I mewl out his name.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet. Is that from dancing?” He puts pressure on my clit with his thumb and I cry out. I shake my head.

“No. From you.”

“Me?” He yanks my thong to the side, sliding two fingers inside me. I throw my head back against the headrest, my hips rocking as I ride his fingers.

“Just you, Dante.”

“You’re mine. Say it.”

“Am I?” My head spins as he pumps his fingers deeper.

“Aren’t you? Won’t you do what I tell you to do, little one?” he taunts, flexing his fingers and rubbing against my sweet spot.

“Please,” I gasp out, losing all dignity, just focusing on the pleasure he’s giving me.

Then his fingers are gone and I let out a long, whining moan, pouting at him.

He pops his fingers in his mouth, sucking slowly, making pleasure swirl deep in my lower abdomen. “Take off your thong and get on top of me.” He lets his seat back, unbuttons his slacks. Frees his cock. I look at it hungrily, my mouth nearly watering. I remember the way he felt heavy in my mouth. How I wanted to keep going, to know what he tasted like when he came.

He grunts. “Hurry up. Before I change my mind.”

I bite my lip, wiggling out of my panties.

I straddle his lap, my thighs on either side of him, my dress bunching up around my hips. He looks down at where his cock is pressed against my lower lips and groans low and rumbling in his chest.

“Fuck,tesoro.”