The Woman in Harm’s Way (Grassi Family #5) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Action, Contemporary, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Grassi Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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They’d be along sometime later after my mom got a chance to shop for Savannah.

I was sure that my brothers were also giving her the lowdown about how I was getting serious about Savannah. Which meant my ma was going to go overboard buying her shit because she will be so excited at the prospect of having another daughter-in-law. And, eventually, more grandbabies.

Taking the coffee with me, I tapped on the slightly ajar bathroom door.

“Come in. I’m indecent,” she called, making a smile spread across my face as I pushed the door open, finding her submerged in the tub full of bright blue water. “Bath bombs,” she said, waving at the water. “Whoever stocked this place sprang for really nice ones. There’s petals, see?” she asked, picking one up, and showing me.

Smush needed a fucking yearly bonus from all of us who used her services.

“Is that for me?” she asked, smile sweet as her gaze landed on the coffee.

“I know that you’ve usually had about four cups by now,” I told her, grabbing the little stand that was meant to be next to the tub, and placing it there with her cup.

“You are a prince among mere men,” she told me as she reached for the coffee, taking a deep breath, then a long sip. Then her eyes closed, and her head tipped back onto the bath cushion. “Can I wake up every morning just like this?” she asked, clearly speaking to herself, or whatever higher power she believed in.

“Yes,” I told her as I knelt down beside the tub, so overcome with the urge to touch her that I was plunging my shirt-sleeve-covered arm into the water, running my fingers up her belly, over her breasts.

“Okay, wait, I changed my mind,” she said, making my hand freeze. “I want to wake up just like this,” she told me, giving me a soft smile, but a fire was starting to burn in her eyes.

“In that case… fuck yes,” I said, getting a little laugh out of her before my fingers closed around her nipple, squeezing, twisting just a little. Her back arched up into the touch, so I did it again.

I’d never experienced anything like this before, this almost overwhelming urge to touch someone. Like I couldn’t get enough of the feel of her. It was sexual, yes, but sometimes it wasn’t. I just needed to feel her, to know she was close. It was something I had no experience with before, something I wanted to keep feeling for-fucking-ever.

Finished teasing her breasts, my hand slipped down her belly, then between her legs, feeling her thighs part wide to the sides of the tub for me, a silent invitation that had my cock rock fucking hard in seconds as my fingers traced up her pussy.

A little shiver coursed through her, spurring me on as my finger found her clit, and started to work it.

Her hips rose into the movements, and it wasn’t long before it was my thumb on her clit, so my fingers could slide into her tight pussy, feeling her walls tighten around them, inviting me in, begging for more.

Fuck, I wanted more.

The coffee cup clicked down on the table, and then her hands were reaching for me, pulling me in.

I barely had the foresight to kick out of my shoes before I was getting in fully fucking clothed.

Her legs went around my sides, and her ass plopped down on my lap as her arms went around my neck, and her lips sealed to mine.

Her hands were greedy as I deepened the kiss, working my buttons free, then yanking off the wet material, tossing it with a slapping sound to the bathroom floor, then running her hands over my stomach, shoulders, and back.

She inched up more fully on my lap then, her hips dropping down so my cock pressed against her pussy through the frustrating material of my slacks and boxer briefs. But she got the friction she was craving, and she kept moving against me, whimpering against my lips as she did so.

Then, frustrated, needing more, her hands were pulling off my belt, and working the buttons and zipper down.

On a groan, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her up with me as I stood, the water cascading down our bodies.

Holding her to me with one hand, I worked my pants off, then my boxer briefs, leaving them in the tub as I stepped out.

It wasn’t until I had her pressed against the wall and my cock poised at the entrance to her body that I paused.

But her head was nodding.

Then her lips pulled from mine as she wiggled against my cock. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “I won’t get pr… it’s fine,” she told me.

I didn’t need more encouragement than that.

I surged inside her, and it took a surprising amount of self-control not to come right then and there as her warm, tight walls closed around my cock without a barrier.


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