The Woman in the Wrong Place (Grassi Framily)

“I kind of heard Sofia and Mass making comments about that too. Why would you want to stay away from them?”

“I think I was distancing myself more from Family business than anything else. And in doing that, I guess I thought I had to keep away from my loved ones too. Which, in hindsight, was stupid as fuck. But it made sense in my head at the time.”

“Why would you distance yourself from Family business?” she asked. We didn’t openly discuss mafia business. It was a general rule as a whole. And of the sisters, the kids, the wives, they didn’t need to know any details that might put them in danger from either enemies or the law. But she made comments here and there that made it clear she knew exactly what was going on, and that she wasn’t completely freaked out about it either.

“Let’s just say I was more about chasing a good time than working my ass off. That was Luca’s thing. And Lucky and Mass. They have always been a bit more ambitious than I was. So I stepped away and let them handle it, only doing work when my dad or Luca really needed me to. They like me for negotiations with difficult people.”

“Because you’re more charming,” she said, smiling, but then her smirk went a little devilish. “But I think Milo might be coming for your position.”

“That kid has years before he’s at my level,” I insisted, sharing her smile.

“Adrian tried to set me up with him when I first came to your house.”

“Of course she did,” I said, laughing. That was my Aunt Adrian, alright.

“I think I like you a little bit better,” Josie said, leaning her head on my shoulder.

“Just a little bit?” I asked, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Maybe more than a little bit,” she said, angling her head up toward me.

“Yeah? Show me how much,” I demanded.

Really, I just meant a kiss.

But we both seemed to know the moment that her lips landed on mine that it was more than that, that whatever superhuman control we both managed to hold onto while she was at the beginning stages of her healing had finally snapped.

It was moments before her arms were raising slowly, wrapping around my neck, and I was getting to my feet, turning her, and pressing her back against the island as the kiss deepened.

My hand slid downward, grateful that she was still wearing her zip-up hoodies like dresses instead of putting pants on as my fingers teased over the skin of her thigh, then slipped upward and between, feeling how wet she was already getting for me through her panties.

A whimper vibrated against my lips as my finger started to work her clit through her panties.

She was always so responsive to even the lightest of touches, becoming a puddle of need in my hands in just a few minutes.

Her hands roamed down my back, slipping under my shirt, and pressing her palms against my skin, exploring my back, my ass, then moving around to tease over my chest, then stomach, before finally landing at the button and fly of my pants.

Anticipation built in my system as her fingers worked them free.

I reached back with my free hand, snagging my wallet from my pocket before she started to slide my pants down my legs, dropping it on the counter behind her even as my fingers finally slipped beneath her panties, tracing up her slick slit, working her clit for another moment before plunging two fingers deep inside her. I felt a stab of need in my balls at the way her walls tightened around my fingers, pulling them in, as her lips broke from mine on a moan.

My other hand moved between us, snagging the zipper of her hoodie and working it down, watching as the material slit down the center, teasing me with the swells of her breasts without actually showing me anything.

Impatient to get a look at her, I slipped the shirt down one shoulder, then the other, bearing her to me as she dropped her arms to let the material fall, staying trapped between her and the counter.

On a growling sound, my fingers left her, so I could push the shirt onto the counter, then yank her panties down her legs, and lift her bare ass up onto it.

A surprised gasp escaped her as my hands grabbed her knees, yanking her legs wide for me as I lowered myself down, sliding my tongue up her pussy to move over her clit.

Josie’s hands slammed down on my head, slipping into my hair, holding me against her as if I had any intention to move away before she was shaking and crying for release.

I licked and sucked her clit until she was moaning, until her hips were moving in impatient circles, then moved back down her cleft, curling my tongue in on itself then slipping inside her, getting a surprised gasp out of her before her hips were writhing as I fucked her with my tongue for a long moment.