Page 65 of The New Godfather

As we step into the elevator, I glance up at him. “Have you ever been to California?”

He nods, thumb brushing slowly over the back of my hand. “Several times. For work. Never on vacation, though. So this should be interesting.”

He asks me the same once we’re settled in the car. I hesitate for a second, then tell him the truth.

“Yes. When I was much younger, I went there with a friend looking for work.” I pause, the memory still carrying a faint sting. “She made it sound so good, but it turned out we would be working as glorified escorts. My father really needed the money even then, but I just couldn’t do it, so I left on the next flight.”

He goes silent beside me. I feel the shift in the air, the way his body tenses just slightly. “Things have been difficult for you, haven’t they?”

I look out the window for a moment before turning back to him with a smile. “Yes. But now… suddenly I’m flying private and going on a weekend trip with my husband.” I shake my head at how absurd it sounds. “Isn’t that insane?”

He leans down, cups my face with one big hand, and kisses me deeply. His mouth is slow and thorough, tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes me melt into him. My fingers curl into the front of his shirt as the world outside the car fades away. There’s only the taste of him and the steady, possessive way he holds me.

Chapter Sixty-One

RICCI

Ikiss her like a starving man, because that is what I am. Over the past few weeks, she’s become even more intoxicating to me. No matter what we do, no matter how many times I have her, I just can’t get enough, but right now I’m trying to stay cognizant of the driver in front. So I force myself to pull back, while my hand stays on her thigh, though, thumb stroking slow circles.

Her cheeks flush, eyes dark with the same hunger I feel. We manage to behave for the rest of the drive, but the tension between us is thick enough to cut. When we finally pull up to the private airstrip, I dismiss the flight attendant the second she steps forward to greet us.

“We won’t need anything on this flight, and we don’t want to be disturbed for the entire duration. Don’t worry, you’ll be paid for your services, regardless,” I tell her, my tone leaving no room for argument.

She looks confused and a bit shocked, eyes widening for a split second, but she’s been around long enough to know better than to question an order given so decisively. She gives a quick nod, steps back, watches silently as we enter the cabin.

I just about manage to wait until the door closes behind us, and we’re in the air, before the restraint I’ve been holding onto snaps.

“Come here,” I command as I settle into the wide leather seat.

There is a cheeky look in her eyes as she slides onto my lap and straddles me, her dress riding up her thighs. I can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric, and it makes my cock twitch hard against my zipper. My heart is so full it feels like it’s about to burst.

“Ever been fucked on a plane?” I drawl, my hands sliding up her thighs, fingers brushing the edge of her panties.

She blushes, the pink spreading up her neck and in her cheeks. She shakes her head, biting her lip. “No… I haven’t.”

“You?” Her voice is shy, almost breathless, and it makes me smile.

“I have. But never with my wife.” The words slip out easily. There’s a sense of camaraderie in it now. “So now… guess it’s time to correct the situation.”

She blushes harder, glancing toward the cockpit like she’s half-expecting someone to walk in. It amuses me how shy she still gets sometimes, even after everything we’ve done together. She looks back at me, eyes dark and wanting, and asks softly, “Is this why you sent the stewardess off?”

I smile, slow and wicked, my hands tightening on her hips. “Maybe.”

We shed each other’s clothes, hands moving with urgent familiarity. I lean in and suck one nipple into my mouth, slow and deep, tongue swirling around the tight peak while my hand palms the other. She moans softly, arching into me as she frees my cock from my pants.

I love it when she rides me in this position.

I can stare straight into her eyes and watch every flicker, every flutter of her lashes, every tiny change in her expression as I touch her, as I fill her. It’s intimate. I don’t just feel her. I see her. All of her. And it undoes me.

I push her panties aside with one hand, my fingers brushing the slick heat of her. She’s already dripping wet for me… so ready. I line myself up, the thick head of my cock pressing against her entrance, and push into her in one slow, smooth, deliberate thrust.

The fullness is exquisite.

Tight, wet, perfect heat grips every inch of me as I slide deep, stretching her open until I’m buried to the hilt. She gasps sharply, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her walls flutter around me, clenching and releasing like she’s trying to pull me even deeper. I groan low in my throat and hold still for a moment just to feel her. Feel the way she pulses around me, the way her body trembles as it adjusts to the stretch.

Then she starts to ride me.

Tentative at first. Rolling her hips in languid, sensual circles that make my head fall back against the seat. I watch her through half-lidded eyes, mesmerized by the way her breasts bounce with every movement, the way her lips part on the soft, desperate little sounds that go straight to my cock. My hands slide to her ass, gripping the soft flesh, guiding her gently, helping her find the rhythm she wants.