The Mafia's Asmara Cage

SASM - Interference

Golf is not a simple sport. Although at a glance just learn to direct the ball into the hole that has been provided, in fact the game is not as easy as Samantha imagined. This is Samantha's first time playing golf and the side effects on her body are felt until night.

Yes, Samantha can't sleep tonight. His body aches, maybe because he has not exercised for a long time. His body that has been used to extreme moves, is now more often silent, because that once he exercises, his muscles are immediately tense.

Roll over here and Samantha still can't close her eyes. There is no position that makes him comfortable. He decided to get out of the room, go around here and there, wherever the important feeling of the lawyer was diverted.

Samantha accidentally sees the door of Maximo's workspace still open. There was no Paul there, maybe the man was tired of chasing the ball. Yes, Paul's effort is heavier than Samantha's. I don't know how many times the man ran around and his eyes hit Samantha's punch leaving swelling in his left eye.

“I want to check it.” Samantha murmured that was approaching Maximo's room. Judging from the gap of the door, it was true that the man was still sitting at his desk while looking at the laptop while one hand supported his head. His forehead was wrinkled, as if he was seriously thinking.

Samantha knocked on Maximo's office door and the man immediately turned his head. “Hey, come in.” Maximo immediately straightened his body and gave a small smile to Samantha.

“It looks like you're still working hard?” Samantha's approaching. Lean on the table and face Maximo.

“Hem, there are some I need to finish.” His voice sounded weak.

Samantha peeked at a bit of Maximo's laptop screen that only showed green and blue red curves.

*“This number request supply* medicines.” Maximo explained without being asked. He closed his laptop because he was more interested in looking at Samantha who was already wearing her nightgown with the outer deliberately tied loosely on the rope.

“Ilegal?” Samantha asked curiously.

“There are indeed mafia who play with legal goods?” Maximo asked back.

“Entah.” Samantha sniffed her shoulders indifferently. He also did not want to think about whether there were legal goods sold by Maximo. There can't be any, right?

“You can't sleep yet?” Maximo asked the beautiful woman in front of him. Her hair is not wavy, but still looks attractive.

*“Hem. My hands are sore, I seem too excited to swing a golf stick*. My legs are also sore because my posture is very stiff. Looks like that was supposed to be me according to Paul, I have to relax my shoulder and back muscles.” Samantha hit her own shoulder that felt sore.

“Come here, let me help.” Maximo lifts Samantha's body and sits her down on the table. He took off Samantha's sandals and put Samantha's feet on her lap.

“What do you want?” Samantha pulled her leg as Maximo pressed her achy calf.

“I'll massage him a little. This will make your leg muscles more relaxed.” The man gave an explanation.

“You can do it?” Samantha was not sure of Maximo's words.

“You value yourself.” Maximo firmly pulled Samantha's leg and began massaging Samantha's leg starting from the knee, then down to the calf and gave a long massage there. The man smiled at Samantha's white feet and soft skin.

“Why keep watching my feet?” Samantha perplexed herself to see Maximo smiling to her feet. There was nothing special about it other than a bruise that was quite visible when he tried to break the brick pile two months ago.

“Your feet seem to get used to exercising,” Maximo said as he lifted his face to look at Samantha.

“I like cycling.” Samantha pulls her foot off Maximo, she is afraid that the man knows more and more about her.

“Once we take a walk in the forest by bicycle. I was curious to see how your leg muscles work pedaling.” Maximo was still staring at Samantha feelingly.

“Your curiosity is so unimportant,” timpal Samantha. He was about to get up, but Maximo's firm hand restrained his shoulder.

“Don't go, I haven't finished making amends.” The man stood up to align his body with Samantha.

“Error? Which error?” Samantha frowned not understanding.

“Let you wait for me under the hot sun. Nor does it accompany you to play. Though I have promised that I will provide my time for you.” Maximo began to gently massage Samantha's shoulders. Samantha occasionally jolted in amusement, but Maximo only smiled a thin smile.

“You're overdone, there's Paul enough. He must be tired tonight. Not to mention the left eye I made swollen due to the ball and swing stick.” Samantha remembered the tall man.

“What hurts?” look, this hungry wolf grinned at Samantha.

“Yes, you hurt me. If you don't intend to treat me, at least don't hurt me.” Samantha looked at Maximo in annoyance.

“You also just hurt me.” The man rubbed Samantha's shoulders gently, not with the palm of his hand but with his fingers that made Samantha's hair bristle.

“When did I hurt you?” The girl stared not understanding. He thought, Maximo was just making things up.

“Some seconds ago, when you said there was enough Paul. I don't like someone to take my place, no matter what. Do I have to eliminate it so you no longer worry about it?” Maximo stopped his massage and chose to rest his hands on the table, on the left and right side of Samantha's body. While his face deliberately he approached Samantha so that the girl saw his eyes that showed dislike over Samantha's sentence a moment ago.

Samantha just chuckled.

“Why laugh? Do I have a humorous side?” Maximo put back his fierce face and sharp gaze.

“Yes, you're funny when you're jealous. That's laughable Max.” Samantha gripped Maximo's chin and accidentally pursed the man's thin mustachioed red lips.

“The funny one usually can gift.” This mobster is out of words to go after Samantha.

“Hem, sure.” Samantha nodded slowly. “Thank you for today, I enjoyed it. You made me laugh freely for the first time,” Samantha said solemnly. Look at her eyes full of joy for the first time.

“Then, the gift?” This guy still charges.

Samantha did not answer. He cupped both sides of Maximo's face, rubbed the fine hair from the temple, and then Maximo's sideburn then bit on this man's chin. Maximo does not respond, he waits for what Samantha will do to give him a gift.

“I love your eyes, Max. Like me, save wounds that can drag anyone to drown in sadness and anger,” Samantha said softly. He closed Maximo's eyes and kissed him.

“I like your nose, looks attractive when I see it from the side.” Samantha touched her nose with Maximo's nose, was silent for a while and breathed in the warm breath of Maximo.

“Dan,” times in Samantha rubbing maximo lips with her thumb. “Your lips always say things that make my life challenged. How many sentences do you have to adore me?” he rubbed Maximo's lips gently.

“As many pages as I can give. Want to try?” Maximo challenges back.

“Who will start it and admit defeat? Me or you?” Samantha's silent eyes stared at the man fixedly.

Maximo did not reply, but directly gripped the girl's lips deeply. Scooped it greedily until Samantha gasped. Maximo stopped his pagutan for a moment, rubbing Samantha's face gently also looking into her eyes fixedly.

“I am willing to admit my defeat,” said the man as he rubbed Samantha's lips with his thumb keeping her slightly open and revealing part of her neat and white rows of teeth.

Without waiting for a long time, this time Samantha who first grabbed Maximo. He bit the lip full of passion and Maximo replied. His tongue began to guerrillaly obscure any contents in Samantha's oral cavity and sip the salivary swapping with her. One hand began to busy removing Samantha's outer strap and her lips explored Samantha's level neck.

“Akh, Max...” Samantha moaned, cupping Maximo's head which began to creep down from his neck and into his chest.

“I want you, Sam.” That sentence sounded full of earnestness as it came out of Maximo's mouth.

“Then what are you waiting for?” timpal Samantha who immediately grabbed Maximo's lips with passion. Like Maximo, Samantha did not want to postpone it.

He moaned a few times as Maximo rubbed his back until later,

“Goodnight Max,” greet someone at the door.

The actions of the two lovers immediately stopped and turned to the door.

“Ups! Am I interrupting?”

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