Mafia Kings: Valentino: Dark Mafia Romance Series #6 by Olivia Thorn

Mafia Kings: Valentino: Chapter 12

We must have kissed for an entire minute when he pulled away from me and said, “Now you know why I told you to remember my name.”

I laughed, partly in embarrassment at how many times I must have cried out Valentino!

He frowned like he was turned on. “Oh fuck – I can feel your pussy gripping my cock when you laugh like that…”

“Oh my god…” I murmured, my voice husky.

I wanted to fuck him again, I was so turned on.

Apparently he was, too, because his eyes got all sexy, and he leaned forward to kiss me.

I leaned forward, too –

Not to kiss him in a romantic way, but a Fuck me RIGHT NOW! kind of way.

Right as our lips were about to meet, there was a creaking noise outside the pantry.

“Oh FUCK,” I whispered in absolute terror.

We froze and waited in silence –

But nothing came.

No footsteps, no human sounds, nothing.

Valentino laughed. “It’s an old house. It makes sounds all the time. Don’t worry, nobody’s up yet.”

But fear had thrown cold water all over me. “Yeah, but they’re gonna be! I gotta get dressed!”

He chuckled, lifted me off his still-hard cock, and set me down gently on the floor.

Once he was out of me and I was standing, I felt his cum trickling down the inside of my thigh –

And I wanted to fuck him again.

Even though my pussy was sore from his size, and all the muscles in my belly had gotten the workout of my life from all those orgasms –

I wanted to fuck him again. For HOURS.

I looked down longingly at his wet, shining cock and wished we could keep going.

“Here,” he whispered, bending to the floor. He picked up his shirt and handed it to me. “Use this to clean up.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, shocked.

It was an odd bit of chivalry – but it was still chivalrous all the same.

“Of course.”

I used his shirt to mop between my legs.

It was a good thing I did, because there was a lot to clean up.

He shoved his cock back into his pants and buckled up. I was actually sad to see that gorgeous thing disappear from sight.

I stepped back into my sopping-wet thong and remembered my blouse no longer had most of its buttons on it.

hissed. “I’ve got to go back

about that,” Valentino

it was fucking hot,” I purred, and kissed

then pulled away and tilted his head towards the

“You ready?”

I nodded nervously…

opened the

We peeked out.

nobody in the

tiptoed out and faced each other – me holding my blouse closed with one hand, him standing there

it was going to get awkward.

where he said, This was fun, but it

and stumbled and said something like, See

I hated that.

of my life – by a country mile – with the hottest

But…

must come to an end,

“Well…” I started –

by bending over and kissing

his hand slip inside my blouse and cup my left tit, then gently tweak

I was ready to

So ready.

that million-dollar smile, and winked.

the kitchen, leaving

for about fifteen seconds, not

saw the clock on

6:12.

SHIT!

I could in the darkness all the

my underwear, put on a bra

6:21.

coworkers would be showing

Fuck!

looked around for signs of what

were buttons all over the floor of the

on my hands and knees and

were big dollops of wetness on

mine – probably

got paper towels, and cleaned everything

I sniffed

somebody had

pantry door open and

after the other, hoping to disguise the scent with

was back at my station,

hand walked in

sniffed the air, then turned to me. “Did you light matches

blushing hard at saying something so embarrassing. “So I tried

glared at the smaller-than-usual pile of chopped onions in front of me. “What did you do, spend half the morning

go faster,”

And I did.

later, I was still running behind. The entire kitchen staff was irritated

was