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Small hands escape, then roam over my chest.
Mine.
“I’m not going to hide this from Santo,” Allegra pants between kisses as I tear the covers off, stripping the bed down to its sheets. Her legs are bare, her body covered only by the tank top and lilac lace panties. “So you’d better be sure, Ossani.”
“I already told him on the phone.” I smirk when she blinks at me, startled, and take the opportunity to grab her ankles and yank her down to lay flat. Allegra bounces on the mattress with a squawk. “Or he guessed, I suppose, and I confirmed it.”
“Ugh.” She’s grimacing, but she can’t hide the smile tugging on her mouth. “Why does my big brother know I’m getting laid before I do?”
Feels so fucking good to finally cover her body with my own. To grind down against the softness of her thighs, and feel her arms loop around my neck. “Santo knows everything. Now can we please stop talking about him?”
“Agreed.” Allegra’s teeth scrape over my jaw. “Oh my god, agreed.”
She’s hot and restless, arching up against me and stroking her feet along the backs of my legs; she tugs on my hair and scratches her nails on my scalp. Everything else in this beige, boring house fades away to nothing, and all I can see, touch, taste,feelis Allegra.
My Allegra.
We break apart from a long kiss, both breathing hard. I stroke the strands of dark hair out of her face and part her legs with my thigh.
Jesus. Even through two layers of fabric, she sears me with her damp heat.
“That’s, um.” Her stilted tone rings alarm bells in my head, and I lean back, peering down at her. The mafia princess—always so confident and wild—bites her bottom lip. Allegra looksshy. “Is there a cool medical way to tell you I’m a virgin?”
I pause. “You’ve—never?”
She huffs and rolls her eyes, andthereshe is. My girl. “Yes, that is the meaning of the term, Dr Ossani.” And she’s so flustered and cranky, a blush spreading up her throat, that I can’t help ducking down and kissing her again, long and deep.
It’s the easiest thing in the world to tip us over. Allegra swings on top of me with a squeak, grabbing two fistfuls of my white t-shirt for balance.
“That’s fine.” Obviously it’s fine. We could end the night here and it’d still be the best night of my goddamn life. “But I seem to recall you mentioning my Hollywood chin.”
Allegra laughs, startled. “You can’t really want that.”
I tap the top of my chest. “Get up here.”
Her messy bun is lopsided, escaped locks of hair hanging past her shoulders, and Allegra’s icy blue eyes are bright. As she crawls slowly up my body, I’ve never seen the mafia princess look so rumpled—or so beautiful.
Her knees sink into the mattress on either side of my neck. She’s still in her lilac panties and tank top, but that’s okay. One step at a time.
I force myself to meet her gaze and not stare like a starving man at the damp patch on her panties.
“This feels weird.” Allegra grabs the headboard for balance, shifting forward to bring the juncture of her thighs above my face. “What if you suffocate down there?”
“Then I was weak.”
I lick her through the fabric first. Mouth at her through the layer of her panties, because this must be a lot to process. And as Allegra’s breathing changes high above me, turning from steady breaths to quick, shallow gasps, I stroke two palms up the back of her thighs and squeeze her ass.
“This is—I’m gonna take your glasses off.”
I hum against her body, slipping both hands under her underwear. Her ass is soft and smooth, a perfect handful on each side, and I grip her harder as she slides the frames off my face. They’re set on the nightstand with a soft clack.
I’ve always felt lost without my glasses. Half-blind and vulnerable as hell, but here with Allegra, I don’t feel that automatic pinch of fear. I’m too busy yanking her panties aside and running my tongue up her seam.
“Oh!” She bucks, knocking me back into the pillow. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry—”
I growl, tugging her ass until she follows me down.
Sweet. Salty. She’s slick and wet and perfect. Allegra is everything I’ve been dreaming of, everything I’d barely let myself imagine, and if I’m ever on death row, this will be my last meal.
