Page 53 of Mafia Daddies


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“What about Bash…” She doesn’t pull away. Instead, she arches her spine and presses her hard nipples against my chest.

“His middle name is discreet.”

She chuckles. “You have an answer for everything, huh?”

I drag my lips away from her ear and tilt her chin towards me so that she’s looking me in the eye. “I was nervous as fuck before you arrived tonight.”

“Why?”

“I had no idea… I thought you might tell us both to fuck off after our last meeting. Not meeting, I don’t want you to think that you were some kind of business transaction. Because you’re not. Far from it. After the last time we?—”

Remy leans in and kisses me tenderly on the lips. “Stop talking. I was nervous too. I didn’t know how I would feel seeing you both together. The not knowing felt easier, you know?”

“I know.”

“And now… I’m still no clearer, but I do feel a bit lighter knowing that you want to be a part of the babies’ lives.”

“Is that the only reason?” I barely recognize my own voice.

Remy sucks on her bottom lip, and I tug it out from under her teeth with my thumb. “No. I couldn’t bear the thought that it meant nothing to you. What happened before.”

“Nothing could be further from the truth.”

I kiss her long and slow, and our bodies respond together. My fingers find the buttons of her shirt, pulled tight across her breasts. I undo them easily and slide my hand inside her bra.

Remy flinches. “They’re tender.”

“I can be gentle.”

Her smile meets mine. “I remember.” She hesitates. “But not here. This is Bash’s apartment.”

I could remind her that we had sex in the guest room already, but I know when to keep quiet. “Come with me.” I stand up and take her hand.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

I’ve never felt the need to impress anyone. I am who I am, and people either like me or they don’t. But leading Remy through the apartment and up onto the rooftop, I get a funny fluttering feeling inside. My brother’s rooftop is designed to resemble an Irish cove. There’s a sandy-colored area that’s the beach, with potted trees and an overhanging wall, decorated with twinkling lights, providing shelter from the sun. The infinity pool is the sea with the night sky stretching endlessly beyond the edge, and a rolling bank of mossy foliage around the remaining walls completes the scene.

Remy stops and soaks it up. “It’s… beautiful.”

“I can’t remember the last time I came up here.”

She blinks. “I’d spend every spare moment I had up here.”

“We don’t get a lot of spare moments, and when we do…” I shrug.

Remy nudges my arm with her elbow. “Are you looking for sympathy?”

I pull her into my arms. My erection is solid between us, and she rubs her lower body against it. “Are you offering?”

“I don’t think you need sympathy, Cash.”

I lower my hands and cup her ass, grinding her against my rock-hard cock. “What do you think I need?”

“To cool down.” She tugs me towards the edge of the pool and then, without warning, she pushes me in.

I plunge down to the bottom and then swim back to the surface, breaking through the water with a gasp. Remy is still standing there watching me, a mischievous lopsided smile on her face. I rest my elbows on the poolside.