I let her go to bed, downed a couple of whiskeys and finished my smoke. Then I went to the bedroom. The door wasn’t locked—I thought she’d pull something ridiculous like locking it. I’d have easily sent a staff to unlock it or broken it myself. She knew, and finally, she was learning to pick her battles.
As I pushed the door open, she jumped and dangled one leg down the bed. Then she crumbled sheets up her body, shifting to the side. “Uh…could you wait outside until I finish?”
It took me a second to realize, as she was curled up on the bed, Mario cradled in her arms, she was breastfeeding him.
For a moment, I froze. It was one of those rare moments when I felt like an asshole. They looked so peaceful together, and I disrupted the peace. I almost turned.
Almost.
My hand fell on the knob. If I left, she’d think I cared. She’d get all delusional that I had a soft spot or a weakness of sorts or any gentlemanly crap that didn’t exist.
Nope. Can’t let that happen.I walked in and shut the door.
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head, swearing.
I kicked off my shoes. “I think I told you I don’t like women who swear.”
“I think I told you I don’t give a fuck.”
You’re pushing the invisible button, contessa.I grabbed a chair, set it right in front of her and sat.
Her eyes snapped at me. “Could you, at least, sit on the other side?”
“No.” I snatched the sheets out of her grip, exposing the naked part of her chest.
She gasped. “What the hell?”
“Quiet.” I stared at her tits, flustering her.
“This is… Are you really gonna sit there, watch me while—”
“You get your nipples sucked by a baby? Si. Now shut up. Move your hair back and straighten up.” I clasped my hands behind my head and leaned back in the chair. “I wanna see the whole thing.”
Her jaw hung low. “No.” She held Mario tight without taking him off her tit. The sucker feasted on her like his life depended on it. Then she rose to her feet, about to leave.
“Take one more step, and you’ll be missing a toe.”
All the color fled her cheeks as she stopped in her tracks. I cocked a brow at her. “Sit, move your hair back, straighten up…and pull your other tit out.”
Her eyes bugged out. “No fuckin’—”
“One more swear word, and I’ll make you take off all your clothes.” I wanted her to swear so badly. Was she going to do it? My cock sprang to life in anticipation.
Her nostrils flared as her ass plopped back down on the bed. She pushed back the locks cascading down her chest. Her chin stuck up. Her shoulders straightened back.
I grunted, my cock protesting. “Good. Now the tit.”
Her fingers trembled to the clasp on the side of her nursing top and stopped. Her eyes shot flaming daggers at me.
“Do it.”
She unhooked the strap and let it drop. Her tit tumbled free, her nipple ready for a bite.
“Look at that. How sweet are Mommy’s tits, Mario? Daddy wants a taste.” I licked my lip.
“Ugh.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t want me to do it, dolcezza. You’re itching for me.” And, stupidly, my cock was enjoying this discovery so much.
