Wedded to the Mobster: An Age Gap Romance

Time starts to lose meaning. I don’t know if he kisses me for several seconds or minutes.

All I know is that I find myself enjoying his kiss in spite of my best efforts not to.

When he finally lets me up for air, I practically collapse against his chest, feeling like I’ve just chugged an entire pitcher of margaritas.

He frowns. “Did you eat today?”

I mumble, “I had some yogurt.”

My answer elicits a quiet growl of displeasure from him, which in turn elicits a shiver of fear from me.

When he scoops me up and marches down the aisle, my fear only increases. Is he going to take me into a room and force me to fulfill my wifely duties? Christ, just what have my parents gotten me into?

WORD COUNT: 3,600

A sexy short story about a young woman and a handsome mobster!