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!

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor.
I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My favorites include Taylor Swift, Florence + the Machine, and SHINee. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I'm on a diet, I'm just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction.