The Woman with the Warning (Grassi Family #7) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Grassi Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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“It looks like some kind of stuffed chicken with a side of pasta that is topped with bruschetta.”

We drank our coffee in comfortable silence, both of us staring at the TV, but seemingly lost in our own thoughts.

It wasn’t until Aurelio plucked my half-full coffee cup out of my hand and set it beside his on the end table, then reached for me that I knew where his thoughts had clearly been.

And then his hands were on me, chasing away the thoughts about objecting before they could really take root.

His lips were on mine, not soft and sweet like they’d been since he’d come home, but harder, hungrier. Needier.

My own need rose to match his as his hands slid under my top, covering my breasts, teasing my nipples until they were straining.

I didn’t even think of stopping him as his hand slid down my belly, then into my pants and panties, fingers teasing up my slick cleft to find my clit and start working it.

It had only been two weeks, but it felt like a lifetime since I felt his touch, since I experienced the way his fingers knew exactly how to touch me, when to slide them down and thrust them inside of me, dragging a loud moan out of me.

“God, I fucking missed this,” Aurelio murmured against my neck as he fucked me with his fingers, driving me up impossibly fast, my body teetering on the cliff within a few short moments before sending me flying over, and crashing down into the orgasm.

I’d barely recovered when I found myself leaning down over him, pulling his hard cock free, and taking him in my mouth, sucking him hard and fast, wanting to give him what he’d given me.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hips rocking up into my mouth, making me take him deeper.

My ass was up in the air, and I felt his fingers grabbing impatiently at my pants and panties, dragging them down to my knees, waiting for me to lift each, so he could free my legs completely, then teasing me with his fingers again.

“I need to taste you too,” he said, making my sex clench tight around his fingers as he thrust them into me.

Mouth full, I couldn’t object, but I shook my head.

“Yes,” he shot back.

And then he was moving, taking me with him, lowering himself flat on the couch, and pulling me so that my sex was hovering over his face, while he was still buried in my mouth.

When I didn’t immediately lower down, his arms went around my hips, and dragged me down until I felt his tongue slide up my cleft, making a shiver rack my whole body.

There was no more thinking then.

Just working him with my mouth as he drove me up with his.

It had only been a few weeks, but my body seemed to think it had been much longer as I got driven to that edge impossibly fast, then sent crashing over and down.

I cried out my release around his cock as he thrust upward into my mouth until his body tensed as he came.

I crawled off of him afterward, turning, then carefully lowering down onto him, listening to the still-frantic beat of his heart.

“Need to heal up faster,” he said as his fingers sifted through my hair.

“So no more trying to get up except to go to the bathroom or shower,” I said, pushing up to look down at him.

“Yes, doctor,” he agreed, giving me a soft look.

Aurelio - 3 weeks

“Get the fuck out of here,” Luca said as I made my way into the conference room at the docks. Apparently, there was a meeting. And I wasn’t invited.

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Listen, Claire is a nice woman. But I’m pretty sure she’d have my head if she knew you were trying to get involved in work shit again.”

Claire was definitely overprotective. The woman barely let me brush my own damn teeth. She considered every task that involved leaving the couch as ‘too taxing.’

I went ahead and let her fawn.

Partially, because it was unexpectedly nice to have someone around fussing over you, taking care of you, worrying about you.

The other part, though, was because I understood what she’d gone through when I’d been shot. How close to death I’d seemed. How long she had to sit in a waiting room, praying to hear a positive update about my condition.

The whole experience made her a little paranoid that something might happen that would send me into an early grave. It didn’t matter how much Lettie pressed that the danger had long passed.

The only reason I was dressed in a suit and out of the house was because Claire had gone with Judah to my mother’s house to see the little kid oasis she had in her backyard and then bake cookies again.


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