Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24: I Miss Valentina

He returned moments later with their glasses refilled, handing one to her before settling beside her on the couch.

"I still can’t believe you’re spending the night here," Cas said, sipping his wine, eyes flicking to her face.

Vee shrugged lightly. "I miss Valentina. And well... you’re the next best thing."

He scoffed. "Ooh. I’m flattered. Second favorite. I’ll take it."

She laughed. "That’s not a fair measurement. It should be a male female thing. You’re my favorite man."

"And you’re my favorite girl."

He reached for her glass, fingers brushing hers as he took it from her hand and set it aside. The kiss that followed was meant to be light. A punctuation mark. A reminder of affection without complication.

But she grabbed his shirt.

She pulled him closer, and whatever careful boundary he’d been holding onto slipped through his fingers.

The couch suddenly felt too small.

Vee leaned back, drawing him with her, her hair spilling against the cushions as Cassidy braced himself over her. His lips found her neck. He kissed the place just below her jaw, then lower, to the edge of her collarbone, to the soft skin at the top of her chest.

The TV kept playing, laugh track rolling on.

He looked at her briefly, breathing uneven. "Vee," he murmured. "If we’re going to stop, we should stop now."

"Don’t stop, please. I want you," Vee moaned.

Cassidy’s brain did a ridiculous, little dance. "Fuck yeah," he said, breathless, a crooked chuckle escaping him.

She laughed softly as she pulled her dress over her head, tossing it aside. The fabric landed somewhere near the coffee table, forgotten. She lay beneath him in just her underwear, hair fanned out, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with want.

"Fuck," Cas swore.

He pressed his cock against her, the contact stealing the air from his lungs. His hand cupped her breast instinctively, and he kissed her again.

Then he pulled back just long enough to peel his shirt over his head, tossing it aside with a careless flick. He was painfully hard, desire coiled tight in his body, sharp with how long it had been since he’d let himself want someone like this.

They shifted, tangled, laughter bubbling up as gravity betrayed them and they tumbled off the couch together. The impact was clumsy, ridiculous.

Vee pulled him closer.

She grabbed his hair, fingers threading through it, guiding him to her chest. Cassidy groaned. He tugged the material of her bra down just enough to free her breast, kissing and worshiping her skin. He took his time, his lips closing around a nipple.

Vee arched beneath him, pleasure rippling through her body, her breath turning uneven.

Cassidy shifted, his fingers sliding between her thighs, tracing her pussy back and forth slowly, teasingly.

His fingers slowed, pulling her underwear aside, then slipped his fingers inside her, learning her reactions the way a musician learns an instrument by ear. Every hitch of her breath, every involuntary movement, he catalogued without thinking, his body responding faster than his mind could keep up.

"Cas," she breathed. Her hands slid up his arms, fingers digging in.

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