My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385: Let’s Not Leave The House Today

The next day...

A heavy sigh escaped Ashley as she collapsed onto the bed, bouncing lightly on her back. She caught her breath, staring at the ceiling for a moment.

Beside her, Lucian was doing the same.

The two of them had only just woken up.

Clearly, they had slept in.

Yet the moment they opened their eyes, they had simply picked up where they had left off the night before.

After another deep breath, Ashley turned her head toward Lucian.

He looked back at her.

The corners of their lips curled up almost at the same time.

Lucian rolled onto his side and propped his head against his knuckles. His free hand reached out to gently brush the corner of her mouth.

"Hungry?" he asked.

Ashley studied his face.

She couldn’t tell whether it was because of their rather eventful night—or morning—but Lucian looked like he was glowing.

Or perhaps the treatment was finally flushing the poison from his system.

"I just had my husband for breakfast," she quipped as she rolled into his arms.

Resting a hand on his chest, she looked up at him. "Do you want to eat something?"

Lucian nodded.

"Okay." Ashley was about to get up when Lucian pulled her back against him.

He smiled, his eyes creasing.

"Not that," he emphasized, raising his brows knowingly.

Ashley opened her mouth to answer before narrowing her eyes. She lightly smacked his chest.

"Don’t you ever get tired?"

"Maybe." He smiled. "After this one."

The moment the words left his mouth, a playful yelp escaped Ashley as he rolled over, pinning her beneath him.

She giggled as his face drew closer, grinning when their foreheads touched.

Then she teased, "That’s exactly what you kept saying last night."

Lucian chuckled before capturing her lips in another lingering kiss.

One kiss turned into another.

And another.

Before long, the two of them disappeared beneath the sheets once again.

It didn’t end there.

They somehow found themselves laughing and kissing their way into the bathroom, tangled beneath the warm shower far longer than intended.

Neither of them could seem to get enough of the other.

Their usual half-hour shower stretched into nearly an hour.

Even while preparing brunch, Lucian ended up sitting Ashley on the kitchen counter—the very same spot where he’d sat her the night before. While the food reheated, the making out continued.

"You’re impossible." Ashley stood in front of the mirror, fixing her hair. "I don’t think this is normal."

She wasn’t exactly an expert.

Even during the times she felt most affectionate, it was difficult keeping up with Lucian’s seemingly endless energy.

If not for how much she loved him, she wasn’t sure she would’ve survived him whenever he got into this mood.

It no longer intimidated her the way it once had.

Still, she wasn’t sure whether it was something she should be concerned about... or whether it was simply talent.

Lucian walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

He buried his face beside her neck, inhaled the scent of her hair, kissed the side of her neck, then rested his cheek against her shoulder.

"It’s talent," he shamelessly declared. "You smell nice."

Ashley glanced at him before narrowing her eyes.

Looking into the mirror, she noticed his hand slowly wandering upward.

Sure enough, a second later, he was absentmindedly cupping her through her shirt, wearing the most innocent smile imaginable.

"You still have treatment," she reminded him, tilting her head toward him.

She didn’t stop him.

Instead, she relaxed into his embrace while his chest rested comfortably against her back.

"Aunt Liza said we don’t have to worry about Primo. The three of them are getting along really well."

Liza had been sending updates all morning.

Every photo showed Primo smiling from ear to ear.

The thought softened Ashley’s expression.

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