Page 53 of The One Night Match (Mafia Matchmaker #1)
FIFTY-THREE
CRUZ
I t’s been two weeks since Riley came home from the hospital with a clean bill of health. After almost a week of pneumonia watch, her cuts and bruises were almost completely healed, and by some miracle, she didn’t break a single bone that night in the forest.
Does any of that stop me from hovering like a mother hen? No.
But she doesn’t seem nearly as annoyed as I thought she would. She just smiles at me indulgently every time I insist on bringing her food or water, or whatever else she could possibly want.
I’ve taken to working from home, something I plan to do as much as possible moving forward, especially seeing as the De Luca Mafia family is now completely rat-free.
It turns out that bursting into a room filled with a group of men who have been stewing overnight, completely crazed and unhinged after your wife has spent a night being chased through the forest and almost died, is all it takes for people to start singing like canaries.
There were four other rats within our ranks, and each of them has been dealt with accordingly.
Monica and her mother were banished.
As much as I wanted to see her pay for the part she played in Riley’s abduction, I don’t believe in killing women and children, no matter their crime.
Plus, I think the big dip in cash flow and social status is probably a far worse punishment for her than death would have been.
Now that we’re free of being sabotaged from the inside, the business as a whole is functioning better than ever before, which gives me more time to plan the perfect honeymoon for my wife.
One night when we were both curled up in the tiny hospital bed, she admitted that after Jeremy, she’d always been too scared to travel on her own, and that she felt like she’d missed out on seeing the world, so I’m taking her away for two full months of adventure.
Colten will take control of the business while I’m away. He’s been my number two since I stepped into my role, and it’s a good time to ensure he can do my job if something were to happen to me, especially seeing as Riley and I aren’t sure we want kids.
Maybe down the road, but for right now, we’re content with it just being the two of us and the orange demon.
Which brings me to now, where my beautiful wife, an angel on earth, is begging me to get Mr. Whiskers a friend to play with.
“Kitten, I hate to break this to you, but I think he would smother a brother or sister during the night just so he wouldn’t have to share your attention. Hell, I’m afraid he’s going to smother me in the night for the same reason.”
Riley rolls her eyes, brushing her fingers through the monster’s fur. “He would never do that, would you, Mr. Whiskers?” she coos.
“He shit in the middle of my desk last week. I don’t think we should underestimate the things this cat would do out of spite.”
She snorts, covering her face in horror at the sound that just escaped her. Like there’s anything on this earth that would make me any less attracted to her. “Can we discuss it again after our trip? I just don’t want him to be lonely when I go back to work.”
I sigh. “Fine, we’ll circle back at the end of the year.” Apparently, I’m completely incapable of saying no to my wife, and if she figures that out, she’s almost certainly going to exploit it as much as she can. “Actually, I have a couple of things I need you to sign in the office.”
Her brows tug together in confusion, but she follows me with Mr. Whiskers hot on her heels.
He’s been banned from the room when no one is around to supervise him after the shitting incident, but this is annoyingly his favorite room in the house, and the one he will meow at the door of for hours if it’s closed.
I gather the documents and lay the first one on the desk for her to view.
Her eyes move over the fine writing, her brows dipping further and further as she reads. “What is this?”
“This is to remove the ninety-day clause from our marriage contract.” I place another piece of paper on top of the last. “This is to make you an equal owner in all my legitimate businesses outside of the Mafia.” And then I place the final contract on top.
“And this is your letter of offer for the University of Washington, starting when school goes back after the winter break.”
Her eyes flick from me to the papers and then back to me again, but she seems lost for words if her mouth opening and closing repeatedly is anything to go by. “I got the job?” she whispers. “I only did my interview yesterday.”
“The dean fast-tracked everything as a personal favor to me,” I explain.
“Why would the dean be doing you any favors?” she asks before shaking her head. “You know what? Maybe it’s better that I don’t know.”
I chuckle and push the pen toward her. “You’re one signature away from being the new head librarian at the biggest university in Washington.”
She snatches the pen from me before signing, and when I notice the name she’s scrawling, my chest puffs out in pride.
Riley De Luca .
“And why am I becoming an equal owner of your companies?”
“Because you’re my wife, and what’s mine is yours.”
She sighs and quickly signs beside each of the tabs before pulling the Mafia Matchmaker contract to the top of the pile.
This one she doesn’t question. Instead, she signs on the dotted line and drops the pen.
Without hesitation, I wrap my arms around her and lift her from the ground, making her giggle with joy. “You’re all mine now, wife.”
“I was yours before.” She points out.
“But now you’re stuck with me.” I chuckle, pressing kisses down her throat until I find the sensitive spot that always makes her moan, and I’m not disappointed.
“Something tells me that’s not such a hardship.”
“How about we head upstairs and consummate our marriage?”
“Haven’t we already done that…a lot?”
“Yeah, but I think we should continue daily…for research purposes.”
I take off toward the stairs, not bothering to kick the orange antichrist out of my office. If he decides to leave me another gift on my desk, it’ll be worth it if I’ve just spent the last few hours buried inside Riley.
By the time we make it halfway up the stairs, she has my cock out of my sweatpants, and she’s shoving her panties to the side, grinding her wet heat over me like she can’t bear to wait another minute.
“Hold on, Kitten,” I murmur against her cheek.
“Fuck me, Cruz. Please fuck me,” she whines, notching my cock at her entrance and shifting her hips to take me the first couple of inches.
“Jesus.” I stumble as her heat surrounds me. “Fuck it. I’ll get you naked for round two.”
She nods as I press her back to the wall, slowly filling her with my hardness and then retreating at the same agonizing pace. “Cruz, stop teasing me.”
“Never.” I trail kisses down her throat, shoving the top of her dress down until I have access to her perfect tits.
“I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you beg for every orgasm.
” I nip at the swell of her breast, dragging a moan from her throat.
“But seeing as you’ve been such a good girl for me, I think we can make an exception. What do you think?”
She nods frantically, her body writhing against mine as her pussy tries to beckon me back inside her.
I thrust forward, stealing the breath from her lungs as I fuck her in rough strokes that feel too fucking good.
But then again, everything with Riley feels like heaven.
I press her to the nearest wall, giving me the leverage I need to fuck her the way I want to, hard and fast.
“I’m close. Fuck, I’m close. Please,” Riley cries.
“Come for me, Kitten. Come all over my cock so I can spend the rest of the night worshipping you,” I groan as I fight off my own need for release.
A few more thrusts and her pussy clenches down around me, dragging me over the edge right alongside her.
Our ragged breathing mingles, and she drops her head to my shoulder. “Do you think we’ll eventually make it to the bedroom for round one?”
I chuckle. This is the third time this week we’ve failed to make it to our bed, but this is the furthest we’ve gotten, and at least this time we didn’t scare the hell out of the gardener, so I count it as a win. “I doubt it.”
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.