The Mafia Queen's Husband

Chapter twenty-nine - Sebastian

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✨ I will not ask you where you came from ✨
I will not ask and neither should you
Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips
✨ We should just kiss like real people do ✨
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I've never been this turned on in a public place before.

My whole face feels like it's on fire and I'm squirming and wiggling around in an attempt to get some relief. I shouldn't have started rereading chapter 27 of my unreleased book. It was a mistake.

Now, I'm sitting in my grandfather's diner and reading the smuttiest chapter of a book I wrote. At least, I'm in the far corner so no one can see my flushed cheeks and dilated eyes.

I hear the door open and close but I ignore it. Right now, my female character fucking the sweet, shy male character is much more interesting than a customer ordering pancakes in the afternoon.

Of course all of the sex scenes are inspired by my girlfriend - Eva. It's been six months since we went on our first official date and it still feels weird to call her my girlfriend. A good kind of weird. At first, it was hard, and for the first six dates we were more friends than anything else. She knew I would need time to trust her and get used to us again, and I think she did too. And it helped how we got to know each other all over again - slowly but more thoroughly.

Now, I know I am the person who knows Eva Alekseeva the best. The only person really. And for her sake, I do wish she would open up to people more, but I would never force her. I understand her lack of desire to do so and I will forever cherish all the parts of her she gives. The good and the bad.

Speaking of the devil...

I smell her perfume a second before she puts her hands down on either side of me and leans down so her lips are next to my ear. "What did I tell you about reading sex scenes in public?"

An embarrassing yelp slips out of me as I scramble to close my laptop. "I-I'm not r-reading!"

Her cool breath wafts across my neck, raising goosebumps in its wake. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep from sighing.

"Are you sure?" She presses a small kiss right behind my ear. "You know what happens when you lie, little lamb."

Her nose slides across my skin and into my hair. I hear her breathing me in and I immediately melt against her. "That's n-not exactly the threat y-you think it is."

"Don't tempt me, pretty boy. You still have my handprint on your ass from the last time."

My breath hitches at the unconcealed lust in her voice as well as the memories of last week, when she spanked me until I cried and begged her to stop. It wasn't actually a punishment that time, I was the one who begged her to do it since I had been craving one. Still, she didn't go easy on me. I can only imagine what she will do if it was indeed a punishment.

Maybe I can do more than imagine...

I lean back against her as she slides an arm across my waist, still kissing and sucking softly on my neck. I think I could come just from a strong wind blowing over right now.

"E-Eva..." I whine and try to get her lips away from my flushed skin. "T-There are p-people here!"

"So?" Her smirk is evident against my skin as she slips her hand under my shirt. I gasp when her cold hand comes in contact with my overheated body. "You don't want people to see what a slut you truly are?"

"Eva!" I gasp, trying to sound indignant but it comes out all breathy and moan-y and well... slutty. "Stop!"

"Your body's telling me something else, little lamb."