His Mafia Queen

A Spark in the Forest

RILEY

I won't lie: it's difficult to leave Gabriel this morning. I lounge in bed, watching him get dressed after his shower.

Normally after sex I leave, don't spend the night, and I certainly never stay in bed, watching a man get ready for work. Maybe because the men I've been with largely don't have actual jobs, or they've been students, or artists, or bartenders.

Watching Gabriel is glorious.

He comes out of the bathroom with wet, slicked-back hair, wearing only the black boxer briefs and smelling like spicy soap. That's when he shoots me a grin.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing. I like you in my bed. Wish you could stay there all day and night, so I know where you are."

"So you'd know I was here waiting for you, more like it. You'd keep track of me better if I were in your bed all the time." I stick my tongue out.

Before he disappears into his walk-in closet, he says, "Exactly, babe.

His possessiveness, even joking about it, is a turn-on. Normally I'd hate that in a man, and if the other guys I'd slept with had even hinted at such dominance, I'd have left them even quicker than I did.

But Gabriel? When he's emerging from the closet wearing his suit pants, and buttoning up that crisp, white shirt over all those muscles? Swoon.

Fucking swoon.

I flop back onto the pillow and close my eyes, not wanting to go to work, not wanting to write news articles, not wanting to do anything but get railed by Gabriel again.

I feel the mattress next to me sink under his weight, and he brushes his mouth over mine.

"Mmmm," I stretch, allowing my bare breasts to rise up over the covers.

"You little cocktease," he murmurs.

I open my eyes to find him staring down at me. "I'll be back in a couple of days."

Of course, this, us, is too new for me to register any emotion about his words. "Okay. Cool."

His hand snakes under the covers, skimming over my belly and lower, to the junction of my thighs.

"You're not going to miss me?" His finger slides between my pussy lips.

"I dunno, we'll see."

His mouth seeks mine and his hand moves right along with his tongue. I forget about everything I need to do this morning, everything but the feeling of his fingers softly stroking and rubbing my clit.

He kisses me until my lower body pulses and throbs, and I can hear my own moans as I shiver with the force of my orgasm.

He smirks. "We'll see, my ass. I know you'll be getting yourself off at the thought of us."

"And so will you, if that hard-on in your pants is any indication."

He stops touching me and laughs, resting his head on my breast. Then he kisses me, softly. I don't even mind that he's not going to give me another orgasm. His kisses are that sweet, and it's as if I could be lulled into something serious with him on the expertise of his lips.

"I like you, Riley Murphy."

"I like you, Gabriel Greco."

Way more than I should.

***

Hours later, I'm having lunch with Brynn the photographer and Sierra, a new sportswriter at the paper. We're at a sandwich shop near the paper, and I'm picking at my turkey sub. I've barely gotten anything done today. Mostly I've been sitting at my desk and thinking about Gabriel.