My Mafia Husband

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ended sleep from the previous night's events had taken its toll. Mrs. Joy, the owner of the company, couldn't hid

dain. Their arrogance towards him was palpable, stemming from his position as the company's Chief Exe

ffice," one worker muttered.

han us," another chimed in, bi

risma were unmatched, making him the best worker among them. Mrs. Joy's a

Stupid Diego, she thought, never noticing her advances. She often wore sexy clothes, hoping to catch

"Why were you late today?" she deman

words, her mind fixated on his lack of attention towards her. Their argument esca

look even more attractive. "Please, Mrs. Joy,

sked, a sly smile forming on her lips. "Then take me out on a

ar Mrs. Joy's office. They sat down on a plush sofa, and Joy's eyes roamed over Diego's features. His

heir lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. The kiss was electric, and he pulled her closer, his hands exploring her b

timately. "Don't stop," she whispered, her voice breathy with desire. The in

t the sensation, his mind clouded with lust. He lifted her onto his lap, guiding he

sing intensity. He shifted her into a new position, giving her a doggy s

e spot, tasting her sweetness. The scent of her arousal drove him to the brink, and he couldn't g

both were breathless, their bodies entwined. Diego had secured his job, but at what cost? He couldn't d

onship would never

tel nearby. As they entered the suite, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation. Diego could feel his pulse quicken as he took

her eyes blazing with desire. "Take off your clot

all to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and socks, then slid out of his trousers

She licked her lips, her gaze hungry. "You're even more magni

vered at her touch, his arousal growing. Mrs. Joy pushed him onto the bed, straddling him as s

feel her wetness through the fabric of her dress, and he groaned with desire. Mrs. Joy ground

eam," she whispered, her b

dress, pulling it off and tossing it aside. She lay beneath him, wearing nothing but a lace bra and panties. Diego's

stband of her panties, sliding them down her legs. He paused for a moment, taking in

licked and sucked, his tongue exploring her most intimate places. Her moans grew louder, her hips

at her. "Not yet," he said,

th frustration and need. "Please,

owly, savoring the feeling of her tightness around him. Mrs. Joy gasped, her nails digging into his ba

of their passion, their moans and cries echoing off the walls. Diego's thrusts grew harder,

God!" she screamed, her b

a wave. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat. Th

y in silence, the aftermath of their passion settling over them. Mrs. Jo

redible," she

r encounter, his body humming with satisfaction. But beneath the euphoria, a

the nightstand. The screen flashed with a message from his wife, reminding him of an importan

pen. She smiled, stretching languidly. "Good morni

pped a bit. "Good morning," he rep