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I whipped both shirt and bra over my head, letting James feast on my breasts to his heart’s content.
I opened his button-down shirt and slid it down his arms, kissing along his collarbone as I did so. I didn’t let up, rolling my hips against his.
“F*ck, Becca, I’m not a young man. You trying to kill me?” James teased, panting.
I grinned and undid his pants, sticking my hand inside and stroking his big, thick c*ck. Not that he needed any help. He was already leaking prec*m.
James rolled so I was underneath him, but that didn’t stop me from stroking his d*ck. I had on yoga pants and lace panties.
Had.
James ripped them off me and tossed them to the other end of the bed.
“Mmm… baby, I want you so bad,” James murmured against my lips. He reached down and began fingering me hard, thumbing my cl*t.
“Have me,” I moaned, gripping his shoulders. “God, James, take me now!”
James didn’t have to be told twice. With one sure thrust, my Italian Stallion sheathed himself in my body.
I arched my back, my fingernails digging into his shoulders. “F*ck yes. God, f*ck me, James, f*ck me hard!”
James growled and rammed his c*ck into me, thumbing my cl*t as he did so.
It hurt, but it was a good hurt, and I yowled with pleasure as James kept slamming into me, his balls slapping against my skin.
“F*ck, Becca, how are you always so F*CKING tight!” James groaned.
My nails dug deeper into his back, piercing the skin. “I’m not tight. You’re HUGE!”
James chuckled. “Italian Stallion, huh?”
I swatted him. “You’re never going to forget that, are you.”
“Hard thing… to forget,” James grunted, ramming impossibly harder and faster.
I raked my nails down his upper arms as my orgasm overtook me. “God… f*ck… JAMES!”
James shouted my name back to me, then came inside me, his whole body shuddering.
When he slopped out of me, there was a little bit of pink that came out with other fluids.
“Awww, my poor baby…” James crooned, rubbing the edge of the top sheet between my legs.
“Your fault,” I teased tiredly.
“Not sorry,” James winked.
“I’d be disappointed if you were,” I laughed.
James snuggled into me, pulling me into his arms. “I suppose we should have a bath.”
“Is that code for ‘I’d like to have bath sex’?” I asked with a smile.
“You know me so well,” James said.
“I do,” I responded, nuzzling the lightly-bleeding marks I’d made on his arm.
James looked up at the ceiling with me in post-coital bliss.
“I love you, James,” I said softly. “No matter what happens.”
“I love you, too. It’s going to be okay. I’m going to make it okay,” James whispered.
“Remember about promises you can’t keep?” I admonished him.
James sighed. “I want it to be a promise I CAN keep.”
I placed a kiss on his chest. “I know.”
James stroked my back, then ran his fingers through my hair. “Legally or illegally, I will get him back.”
“You can’t live life on the run. You’re the head of a Mafia Family,” I said, shaking my head.
James frowned. “I’d really rather not be.”
“Too late. Your uncle made you the head.” I poked him in the chest. “You said Ronaldo was going to run the whole operation into the ground. I guess… there are people who depend on you besides us. I think of Tony and The Boys… I mean… they have families, too.”
“I don’t like the idea of sacrificing my family for theirs,” James grunted.
“It’s the right thing to do,” I sighed. “If… if it’s always going to be like this—if I have to be some kind of ‘moll’—”
James chuckled. “’Moll’ is mob speak, baby. You’re not going to be a ‘moll.'”
“You know what I mean. If I’m always going to be with you and you’re always going to be a Mafia Don, then… well… compromises will have to be made,” I pointed out.
“Compromises, sure. Sacrifices? Like Alessandro? Never,” James said flatly.
I shook my head. “I would never even think of sacrificing the kids. But promise me you’re not going to make Alessandro into the next Don? I want him to have a normal life.”
James was quiet for a long time. “I… don’t want to make promises I don’t know if I can keep.”
“James!” I protested, shocked.
“I don’t know what life has in store for any of us, Becca. That’s too far down the line for me to promise or not,” James explained.
I pulled the blanket off him and got off the bed in a huff, stomping towards the bathroom.
“No sex in the bath, I’m assuming?” James called after me.
I gave him a look over my shoulder that spoke murder. “Not if you value your favorite parts.”
Becca.
I wore a gray pencil skirt and a black blouse, sitting next to James and Ms. Loveless while the judge took the bench. The Cartwright side of the courtroom was made up of a troop of lawyers. I wondered why Ms. Loveless hadn’t brought every employee in her office as well. It certainly was intimidating—looking at the other side.
