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 to my

about that,”

fucking hot,” I purred, and kissed

back twice as hard, then pulled

“You ready?”

I nodded nervously…

he opened the pantry

We peeked out.

was nobody in

blouse closed with

the part where it was going to get awkward. I

This was fun,

stuttered and stumbled and said something

I hated that.

had the absolute best sex of my life – by a country mile – with the hottest guy I’d ever been with, and it was

But…

come to an end,

“Well…” I started –

he surprised me by bending over

and cup my

was

So ready.

he pulled back, gave me that million-dollar smile, and

the kitchen, leaving me

not knowing what the fuck

I saw the

6:12.

SHIT!

I could in the darkness all the

got to my room, I changed my underwear, put on a bra and a new blouse, and then ran back

6:21.

be showing up any

Fuck!

around for signs of what had

there were buttons all over the floor

frantically got on my hands and knees and picked up every one I

there were big dollops of

mine –

ran back out, got paper towels, and

I sniffed

totally smelled like somebody

the pantry door open and

one after the other,

6:28, I was back at my station,

kitchen hand walked in

turned to me.

I said, blushing hard at saying something so embarrassing. “So

front of me. “What did you do, spend half the morning in the

go faster,”

And I did.

was still running behind. The

was