Page 35 of Knocked Up by My Dad's Mafia Boss

She cries out and finally, I let go, letting myself fuck her hard and fast, chasing my own orgasm. Samantha clenches around me tightly and I grit my teeth, managing only a half-dozen more strokes before I come. I stay inside her, groaning against her neck, my breath coming short.

She takes her nails out of my back. I’ll love the sting in the shower later. It’ll remind me of her. And I’ll need all the memories I can get, because I can’t be with her like this when Elio’s home.

Samantha wraps her arms around my neck, threads her fingers through the too-long hair at the nape of my neck. “Papa’s coming home today?”

I hum against her neck, not lifting my head, just breathing her in. “Later this afternoon. I’m picking him up from the airport at four.”

She sighs heavily. “I’m supposed to go to lunch with my friends at two.”

I frown, lifting my head to look at her. “What friends?”

“Sofia and Reese. Maybe Vaughn.”

Reese.I make a sound like a growl low in my throat and she giggles.

“You don’t like my friends?”

“They’re reckless.”

“So am I.”

“Don’t remind me.”

She smiles and I roll off her, pulling out with a groan and plopping down on my back, throwing a forearm over my eyes. Samantha sits up next to me, her back against the headboard.

“I’ll send Ricardo with you to lunch.”

She huffs. “I’d rather it be you.”

I fight a smile. “I know,tesoro. But I’ll tell him to stay in the car.”

“Good.” She shudders. “He’s weird.”

“Weird how?” I ask, frowning, protective instincts rising in me.

“Not bad weird just… weird,” she admits. “It always feels like he’s watching me.”

I snort. “That’s his job,tesoro.”

“I guess. I should take a shower.”

I glance at her in interest and she smirks.

“You can’t join me, I’ll just end up dirty all over again.”

I groan but she’s right. There’s no way I can keep my hands off of her. But when she stands up I miss the warmth of her next to me.

“I”ll see you later tonight?” she asks, hope evident on her face.

“Maybe,” I hedge. “Your father might have work for me.”

She pouts but nods. “Alright. Just… be careful.”

“Always.”

Samantha walks out of my room naked and I watch her ass jiggle as she goes. I lie there for a few moments before getting up and showering myself, sticking my head under the water and trying to forget what she tastes like. My stomach growls, the tequila swirling around in there and making me nauseous.

The only staff other than the housecleaners that come every Friday is Maria, Elio’s cook who comes every day like clockwork for breakfast and dinner. Elio always skips lunch, and Ella, one of the maids, makes lunch when Samantha or someone else wants it. I wonder if she’s made breakfast since Elio isn’t home.