Page 83 of Texting My Mafia Boss

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan. “Perfect. Flawless.”

“Ettore,” she says my name like a promise. “Oh, Ettore.” Like a wish already come true.

We kiss deeply again, and this time, I go slow. Our bodies pulse together, caught in this beautiful rhythm. I’ve never felt closer to anyone in my entire life, never knew it was possible to feel like this. It’s like something else takes over, wet and hot and slick and passionate and ready for whatever comes next. The next thrust, the next chapter.

All the drama of the last few days slips away as I feel her body responding to mine, her core’s telltale twitches, her moans turning from high-pitched to breathy like she’s not going to be able to hold back for long.

We kiss. Deep, passionate kisses that push us both closer to the edge.

When I feel her clenching around me, I hold on with everything I have, fighting off the urge to let go until I feel her shivering for me.

She bites down on my shoulder, then lets go. “Uh—sorry.”

“Bite me,” I moan. “Let me feel how good it feels for you.”

She whimpers and bites down again, hard. My whole body lights up, my cock aching, burning with the need to come. She comes in waves, her tunnel clutching at me over and over, until I can’t hold back anymore. I try to pull away, but she hooks her legs around me and draws me in, come surging up my shaft.

That turns me on so much, like part of her wants to start a family together, like she’s letting her raw emotion take over. I groan, biting down on the pillow, twitching a few times, then falling onto my side.

She rolls over and kisses me on the chest, her voice low. “I needed that so badly,” she whispers.

“I needed you so badly,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her close.

“Do you think anybody heard us?” she asks.

I chuckle, then lean off the bed to grab my pants. I take my cell phone and type out a text.

Ettore: Maybe we should stick to our favorite form of communication, just in case.

She giggles, grabbing her phone and typing away.

Mara: Maybe one day we should try having sex like this.

I tilt my head at her, grinning. I feel half my age, delirious, carefree.Happy.

Ettore: How would that work, beautiful?

Mara: We’d stand on either side of the room, naked, and text until we can’t take it anymore.

Ettore: If you’re standing in front of me naked, there’s no damn way I could restrict myself to texting.

She prods me on the chest.

Mara: You will if I tell you to.

Ettore: Now you’re sounding like a big bad wolf’s woman.

She laughs again, the most beautiful sound, carefree and happy, just like how I feel.

Mara: Do you think your big bad wolf days are over for a while?

I cuddle her closer, whispering in her ear, “I’ve consolidated my power. Ruggero’s men are moving on without him. We’ve had our vengeance, Mara. Now, it’s time for peace.”

“And love,” she says quietly. She laughs and kisses me quickly on the lips. “Hey, I didn’t say the bigI L you, I was talking generally.”

“Then generally speaking,” I say, giving her a quick kiss. “I’m ready for some love.”

The next morning, Livia, Mara, and I sit around the small table in the kitchen. Livia and Mara are talking warmly about Mara’s plans for the gardens. Livia laughs easily with Mara. I haven’t seen her like this since before Vera passed. It hits me hard that Mara hasn’t just changed me. She’s changed my daughter. She’s changed my old friend.