“That’s it. My perfect girl,” I praised before falling over the cliff myself.
With a ragged roar ripped from my chest, I spilled inside her, my hips continuing to pump until I’d emptied every last drop.
Collapsing atop Allie, I gave myself a few minutes to recover before I shimmied down her body.
She weakly grabbed at my shoulders. “Where are you going?” The question came out almost slurred; she was still riding the lust-induced high of her orgasm.
When my tongue dragged a path through her slit, that haze cleared quickly, and she bolted upright, trying to scooch away. “Enzo, no!”
Gripping her inner thighs, I held her in place, using my tongue to draw the exclamation mark below the word I’d written across her skin earlier. Satisfied, I sat back on my haunches to view my masterpiece.
My chest puffed with pride at seeing her marked in her own blood. “Is a shower absolutely necessary? I love the idea of this”—I traced over the drying letters—“being under your scrubs all day.”
Allie looked at me like I was insane, which probably wasn’t too far from the truth. “Seeing as this would be classified as a biohazard, the shower isn’t just necessary, it’s mandatory before I go to work.”
I hummed. “Shame.” I gave the side of her ass a hearty slap. “Better get moving then. I still owe you one more, babe.”
Eyes lifting to the ceiling, she shook her head, but I caught the hint of a smile tipping up on the corners. “You’re insatiable.”
Growling, I nipped at the flesh of her thigh. “So sue me if I can’t get enough of my wife. There are way worse problems to be had in a marriage.”
Since she couldn’t argue with that logic, Allie slid off the mattress, and I had the pleasure of watching that mouthwateringly wide backside sway from side to side on her walk to the ensuite.
It might be the ass-crack of dawn, but this was, hands down, the best morning I’d had in a very long time.
“MOMMY!”
I winced, Serafina’s high-pitched shriek piercing straight through my skull. The toddler was currently flailing in my arms, desperately trying to get to Summer.
It had taken both Matteo and me to pry the two of them apart so my cousin and his wife could leave for their belated honeymoon/investigative mission in Italy. The mother and daughter duo had tears streaking down their faces; neither was handling this goodbye well.
Summer turned to Matteo. “Maybe we should stay. Italy’s not going anywhere; we can go another time.”
A heavy sigh sounded from my cousin. “Dolcezza, she does this every time you leave the house. And every time, she’s just fine within the first half hour.”
“But we’ve never been apart for this long before,” Summer protested.
Matteo grumbled, “And we never will at this rate.”
Honestly, I was surprised he hadn’t already caved and cancelled the trip. The man was a complete softie for his wife and daughters, which I found highly amusing. I mean, who wouldn’t get a kick out of watching the ruthless mafia don attend tea parties and have his nails painted by a five-year-old? There was no shortage of ball-busting coming from me—behind closed doors, of course; I would never publicly disrespect the head of the family, but he was still my little cousin.
“Come here, little love.” Allie eased the squirming toddler from my hold. And not a second too soon, with Serafina’s kicks landing dangerously close to my crotch. “We’re gonna wave goodbye from the window.” Over the little girl’s head, she mouthed to Summer and Matteo,Go. Now.
Matteo dragged his reluctant wife out the door, but the minute it latched, Serafina lost her shit again, screaming, “I want my mommy!” on repeat.
Allie held her close, kissing the top of her head. “I know, sweetheart. But we are gonna have so much fun this week.”
All she got in response was yet another ear-splitting, “I want my mommy!”
Bianca stepped forward to help calm her little sister. “Uncle Enzo brought over a new roller coaster. And he promised he won’t break it this time. Let’s go for a ride.”
“I w-want my mom-my.” Serafina’s little chest heaved with hiccups, her cries having tapered off.
Allie jumped on Bianca’s suggestion. “How about we watch big sissy play until you’re ready to join her?”
The toddler buried her face in my wife’s chest.
Cuddling her close, Allie let out a tiny laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
