Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

Angela couldn't remember the last time she celebrated Valentine's day properly. She didn't even remember the holiday until she woke up on Wednesday that week with red roses wrapped in black paper on her nightstand and a card propped next to it with Gael's familiar handwriting.

[ It's our first Valentine's day together, and I want to make it right. I especially had this shipped all the way from…just kidding, I woke up early & walked a couple of blocks to get these for you. I skipped a long line because the family who owns the shop loves me. Then I raced back home, hoping you were still snoring when I got back so you could wake up to this surprise, and I get to put that smile you have on your face right now while reading this. ;) I know… I'm awesome.

Also, get your ass downstairs, baby. I'm making breakfast, and I'd love to eat mine off of your beautiful naked body. YUM. Chocolate sauce, whipped cream, and my tongue on you sound good?

See you in a bit, Love. ]

Angela threw her head back and giggled. Oh, he certainly did start her day right, alright. And just like that, she was already looking forward to her first Valentine's day with Gael.

It had been two days since they met the Volkovs. And although both of them were quite bothered by their presence in New York, they managed to get by and not let the Russians ruin their days.

She hopped in the shower real quick, but after that, instead of putting on one of her clothes, she picked up a white Gucci dress shirt from Gael's side of the closet and threw it on herself. It smelled like him, even if it was clean and fresh from the laundry. Leaving a couple of the top buttons undone, she opted to skip the underwear and go commando, already feeling naughty this early in the morning. Because why not? She spritzed some perfume in the air and walked into it on her way to the door.

The smell of pancakes hit her nostrils as soon as she descended the stairs, and the sound of alternative rock music—Electric Love by Børns—drifted from the kitchen. The greeting got her salivating and smiling as she spotted a tall, sexy, shirtless man fixing something on the kitchen counter with his back facing her, his muscles tightening and loosening as he moved.

The fallen angel tattoo sprawled on his back now marred with greenish streaks from the lashing he got over a week ago. His wounds were now healing, and he had been taking some vitamins to help speed up the process. It was the same with her back. However, every time she got a glimpse of his back, her heart would hurt a ton, because she would constantly be reminded of how he got those in the first place. It's all her fault. It didn't matter if he said otherwise. And she would never forget it.

Her lips quivered a little, but as soon as he turned around, she instantly curled them up before he could see her expression. She then happily strode towards him, and he looked up as she rounded the island.

"Hey… Morning." Gael flashed a wide grin as he openly checked her out, noting her perky nipples from the cold shower she just had, jutting against the fabric. He gathered her by the waist and kissed her deeply as his hands slipped down past the shirt to squeeze her ass, groaning when he discovered her lack of panties. "God damn. Is it my birthday?"

Angela giggled in his arms. "Thanks for the flowers, that was so sweet…and naughty. This is the least I could do."

"Mm… Sweet and naughty are my middle names. That's why you fell for me." He wiggled his brows, and she playfully smacked his bicep.

Glancing over his shoulders, she tried to peek at the plates behind him. "What are we having for breakfast?"

Gael released her from their embrace but slid his hand to hers and tugged her with him. He just couldn't keep his hands off her. "Well, this is yours." He pushed a plate with a couple of rolled-up buckwheat crepes with whipped cream filling, sprinkled with pomegranate seeds, and drizzled with chocolate sauce towards her.

Then he nodded at the otherwise, empty-looking plate with nothing but whipped cream and chocolate drizzle. "This is mine."

Just as her brows drew together in confusion, he swiped a finger on his plate, catching some cream and chocolate, and then smeared it down her neck, dragging the mess down the swell of her breast. She gasped as he dipped his head, then his tongue swept down her skin, licking the cream and chocolate off her.

"Mmm…" He hummed as he straightened back up, running his tongue along his lips, then grinning widely. Gael looked every bit the sin that he was, and Angela was willing to be tempted.

Damn it. She just showered, and it was already getting hot. Her face flushed, and a smile grew on her face. How could this man always make her feel crazy about him when they had been together nearly every day since they got back together? But of course, she wasn't complaining.

"You making good on your promise, De Luca?" She arched a brow.

Gael reached for her, his hand instantly finding her right ass cheek. He squeezed. "Well, you did get your ass here, Su. Literally."

She laughed and couldn't help but lean into him. "Oops." She bit her lip after smearing some cream and chocolate right above his left nipple. Glancing up at him, Angela made a show of opening her mouth and slightly sticking her tongue out before flicking it at his skin, moaning as she licked him off. "I think I like your plate better."

The muscle on his jaw ticked and his eyes turned ablaze, a knowing smile curving at his lips. "Good thing I don't mind sharing it with you."

Taking the plates off the counter, he carried them to the table. Then he lifted Angela by the waist and set her on the table as well, spreading her knees apart as he settled between them. "Now, I believe I said I want my breakfast on you naked. So this shirt has to go," he said as he began unbuttoning the shirt.

"You're such a gentleman," she teased. "Shall I expect a candlelight dinner tonight too?"

Gael leaned in and captured her bottom lip, then spoke against her lips. "Oh, you'll get all that and more."

"Oooh… You're so good at this. Makes me wonder how much you're used to doing this." There was a playful remark on her tone.

He backed up just enough to level with her eyes, a small smile forming on his face. "You'd be surprised to know you're the first one I'm doing this for… And you'll definitely be the last too."

Moist gathered in her eyes from the sudden onslaught of emotions swirling inside her. Angela blinked fast and he chuckled as he rubbed the side of her thighs before saying, "You falling for me even more, Angel?"

She rolled eyes at the smug look on his face. Way to ruin the moment. "Oh, shut up, Gael." Then she hooked her legs around him, locking at the ankles. "You hungry, or what?"

The grin on his handsome face grew wider. Pressing their foreheads together, he rasped against her lips. "For you? Always."

That morning, Gael certainly made good on his promise and ravished her for breakfast. It was definitely the best way to spend their morning on Valentine's day.. Angela didn't know it yet, but her evening would also be a night she would never forget as yet another promise would be made.