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Our orgasms hit in sync, Katya’s pussy spasming around me at the same time that my cock unloads. Her walls clenching and unclenching around me in a tight pulse practically pulls the cum straight from my balls into her womb.

It’s good, too good that neither of us can say or do anything other than moan through it. She runs out of energy to keep humping me back, but I manage to keep thrusting up into her until the aftershocks slow down and die.

“I think I like quickies on the roof,” she eventually breathes out, in no hurry to get off my lap or off my cock. “Can we get a regular table for ourselves here, do you think?”

“Baby, I’ll shut this place down any time if it means coming to do this again.”

Her responding smile is blissful and radiant. “Excellent.”

Chapter Forty-Five

Katya

My first time leaving the house alone since moving in feels wrong.

I know the kids are perfectly safe at home with their dad, just having fallen asleep for their post-lunch naps. But it’s not leaving Bastian and Leo alone that’s eating at me, it’s the white lie I told Leon to get him to stay behind. I’ve never really fibbed to my husband before, and it feels icky even if it’s meant with no malicious intention.

Telling him that I just wanted to pick up a few girl things at the local shop wasn’t exactly a lie. I’m out of the good chapstick I like, and I need a new tube of mascara. Drugstore mascara is and has always been superior, and I’ve tried all of the high-end brands. But leaving the house to get these things is technically completely unnecessary. I could order them and have them delivered by tonight or tomorrow. Hell, we could send a guard to pick them up and I could have them in under a half hour.

Which is exactly what Leon suggested when I first broached the subject. I had to turn down his perfectly logical reasoning by saying that I hadn’t been out shopping even for one or two things since arriving and I thought it might be nice. He didn’t even blink at my counter, not denying me the freedom of leaving the house. I don’t think he wanted me to feel like he was attempting to keep me cooped up by suggesting I stay or he comes with me.

I know he doesn’t want me to think I’m shackled to the house, or to him. And I swear, I don’t. This is just something I need to know for myself before I bring it up to him. Still, going anywhere completely alone is not a smart or advisable activity for a mafia wife. Which is how Leon and I ended up compromising with Gino escorting me to the little drugstore-like shop.

It’s not ideal, honestly. He insisted he wouldn’t be a bother and he’d give me as much space as safely possible, but both of us know that’s not much. I’m just hoping he’s willing to keep what he sees a secret for at least long enough for me to figure out if I’m right.

Blowing out a cold breath, I slip into the shop once Gino has decided it’s safe to go in. He has two guards remaining outside, waiting to jump in at any moment if he needs backup, but he has to follow me directly. It’s as comforting as it is unnerving. I would probably be terrified to actually dip into town without any sort of security, but they aren’t exactly subtle to have following you around. If I didn’t grow up with it, I would be a lot more reluctant.

“Did you kick everyone out, or was there no one in here?” I ask, looking around the nearly empty space. The only people I can see are wearing work uniforms.

“I called ahead,” he replies with a grunt, not bothering to lie.

“Smart,” I mutter, cracking a small, forced smile.

He merely dips his head politely.

Making my way to the makeup with my big, scary shadow following, I try to prepare myself for the last item I need to grab. The one thing I actually truly needed tonight. The thing I couldn’t order without risking Leon seeing it before I’m ready.

Mascara picked out quickly, I find the chapstick section and browse for my preferred scent. Cinnamon with a hint of vanilla.

Straightening my shoulders, I head for the feminine health side of the store, strolling past boxes of tampons, condoms, and other assorted products covered in pink. Gino doesn’t make a sound as he lingers behind me, and I decide to put on my big girl panties and reach for what I need.

Grabbing two blue boxes, I finally look back at him and find his expression forcefully blank.

“I’m not hiding it from him,” I promise quietly. “I just want to make sure before I show him. I think I might be going crazy, and I’ll feel foolish if I get him excited over nothing.”

Gino blinks.

“You won’t…you won’t tell him, will you?” I bite my lip. “I’m going to take them as soon as we get back, and I’ll tell him no matter what the results are.”

“My wife didn’t want me to be with her for the tests either,” he finally replies, voice gruff. “Leon wouldn’t want me to tell him if you asked me not to. You’re not in danger, and you’re going to tell him yourself.”

Relief spreads through me slowly, warming me up from the chill of outside. “Thank you, Gino. I-I’ve never had to do this before, and I just have a feeling that I want to do this part alone. I think I might cry if I’m wrong, and I don’t know if I can handle crying in front of Leon while possibly disappointing him in the process.”

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” Gino says, voice stern but soft. “Only women can know how complicated this must be, and your husband isn’t the kind of man who would begrudge you for needing to process whatever happens alone before you come to him.”

“He’s a good man,” I agree with a swallow.

Nodding, he confirms my words with a dip of his chin. “He is.”