The Mafia's Married Mistress

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at the Ritz-Carlton had a fancy and exclusive feel to it. This place was my favorite spot, a

s of closing big deals worth millions of dollars and the constant pressure to uphold my family's reputat

hing changed whe

ll to the ground. Without thinking, I rushed over to

ed, giving her a frie

ed, looking up at me with dazed e

she was quite attractive-she had long brown hair, full lips, and a figure that filled out her tight

ested, signaling to the bartender. "I think

t slowly, I took the chance to observe her features more closely. She had a delicate beauty,

ay," I said, extendi

plied, shaking

her at ease. I learned that she was in town for work and had come to the hotel bar to relax aft

lcohol. She leaned in closer to me, fluttering her eyelashes and occasionally resting her hand on my

in a more private place. "My suite is just upstairs," I whispered, brushing

second, then nodded slowl

was electric; we were both buzzing with excitement. When we finally reached my suite, I quickly unlock

ided her backwards toward the bed, my hands exploring her curves while she sighed softly against my lips.

felt soft beneath my fingers. I traced my hands along her waist, feeling her breath quicken as I kissed her

rt racing, matching my own. It was as if time stood still, and nothing else mattered except for the two of us lost

me. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so satisfied and content. There was

ft glow on her face. She looked peaceful, her features relaxed as she slept. A small smile appeared on my

stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she took in her surroundings. I watched

hispered, quickly sitting up and

tely confused by her reaction. "What's w

, her eyes wide with fear. "I..