Page 92 of Mafia Mistress

He slid a hand to cup my breast, his eyes still closed. “It is no joke. You are the sexiest, hottest woman I have ever had. If I died tonight, I would go happy, with no regrets.”

How was he so evil and so sweet at the same time? I couldn’t take it. I wasn’t strong enough to resist this man. He was undoing me, bit by bit, unraveling me and putting me together as someone new. Someone stronger, more confident. I wasn’t certain I liked it, but I also didn’t hate it.

I melted against him, clinging to his big body as the bubbles swirled around us. Emotion filled my chest and wrapped around my heart, so much that I felt ready to burst.

Leaning in, I kissed his neck. “Baby,” I whispered near his ear, letting that one word hang, the sound filled with everything I dared not voice aloud.

“Dolcezza,” he whispered back, and I swore I could hear emotion in his voice, too.

We stayed there until our skin wrinkled. When I yawned, he lifted me and stood, water cascading off our bodies. “Come. Let me put you to bed.”

“We’re staying here tonight?”

“I thought you might like to stay in Roma one more day. We can go back tomorrow afternoon.”

I liked the idea of sleeping together in the same bed. Was Fausto a cuddler? He set me on my feet and dried me off with a towel first, wrapping it around me carefully before he found a towel for himself. His muscles shifted and bunched as he moved the cloth over his fit frame. He was the hottest DILF I had ever seen. I would have to search for a comparable nickname in Italian, a pet name I could call him during sex.

I found my phone and brought it into his bedroom, where I discovered him frowning at whatever he was reading on his phone. “What is it?” I asked, the knowledge that someone had tried to blow him up with a car bomb fresh in my mind.

“Nothing,” he muttered as he typed back. “Something I will deal with tomorrow.” Then he set his phone on the nightstand and stretched out on the bed.

“Do you ever get a day off?” I plugged my phone in to charge and set it on the nightstand closest to me before laying down.

“Over here,” he ordered, holding his arm out, his eyes closed.

He knows I’ll obey.

And God help me, I did.

I scooted to his side and sighed when he nestled me close to his warm, hard body.

“No, I don’t,” he answered. “Too much depends on me. But I can take a break every now and again, like tonight.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll get up early and work a few hours before you wake up. Then I’ll bring you caffé in bed and fuck you again.”

I grinned and closed my eyes. That sounded like heaven.

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