The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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Giggling, I pushed Angelo against the door of our bedroom suite, making him groan as I pushed myself against him, our lips meeting in a frenzy dance of their own.

Angelo hummed pulling me to his height, grabbing my bottom, squeezing my cheeks hard enough to pull out a strangled moan out of chest, hand fumbling with the old looking knob to let ourselves in.

Tugging his lower lip between my teeth, I let my hands wander over his chiseled chest, all those deliciousness hiding under the material of his silk shirt, even more hidden with the suit jacket on top.

"Jesus, baby." Angelo breathed deep pulling away from our kiss and pushing me away enough yo unlock to door and let us in.

I latched on, kicking the door shut with my stiletto clap feet, I grab Angelo by the arm, pushing him against the closed door, wrapping my arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes longingly, while his hands glide down from my back to my bottom, and lower before grabbing me by my thighs, he hosts me up.

Giggling, I place my lips in his, tasting the harsh wine and spice on his mouth, relishing his hand on me, I glide my hands up and down his chest, tugging at the material of his shirt, freeing it from the confinement of his trousers, shaking my feet free from my shoes at the same time.

"Fuck." Angelo cusses putting me down on my feet back again, hastily shrugging off his jacket in the process as I push him toward the bed, bare feet padding against the carpet, walking him back as his behind meet the soft surface our our bed.

With a smile plastered on my face, I place myself on his lap, my slip silk dress sliding up as I adjust myself comfortably on top of his hardening girth, making the man under me groan with need.

"Bubbles." Angelo warns when I move my hips, slowly across and over his girth, feeling him stretch under me.

"Capo Bestone." I mirror his tone, pushing him back on the bed in a laying position.

With a sigh, Angelo falls on the bed. Placing my palms in his chest, I dig out his phone from his trouser pocket and unlock the device.

Capo Bestone doesn't have a password.

Angelo holds my hips in his grip, moving me slowly yet gently over his hardening girth, feeling the wetness of my core soak through the lacy material of my panties.

Fuck!

Opening the Clair De Lune tune, I set the device aside, face down.

"You want that playing, baby?" He asks, a half smirk sprawled on his lips, as he flips our position in a split second, settling himself between my legs.

"Well-" I say, playing with the buttons of his shirt, blinking up at him. "I did want to give you a dance, but I suppose-"

Angelo caresses my cheek with his knuckles, pushing my hair back, tucking the loose strands behind my ear, before tracing my lips with his thumb.