Page 66 of Protected By the Mafia

Her heart fluttered and Felicity let herself snuggle into him. “We have to wash up again. Or you could wear me out some more first.” She trailed her fingers over whichever muscle was beneath them. “Tomorrow, I’d like to talk to you about … a couple of things. If you aren’t too busy.”

He rumbled and scooped her up. “Let’s take a bath and talk while we soak.”

Of course, they had to wait for the tub to fill up. Time they spent with her arms folded over the counter and Cristiano driving into her greedy pussy from behind, murmuring words of appreciation against her skin whenever he bent forward to fondle her boobs.

She was still breathing hard, and aching in all the best ways, when they finally stepped into the tub. She wasn’t about to complain. Cristiano almost never used the tub—to the point that she’d wondered why he had it at all. So getting to lounge in it with him, particularly after multiple orgasms, was an opportunity she would not shun.

He made sure everything they might need was lined up on the side and pulled her close, bending to kiss her shoulder as he rumbled, “What’s on your mind, Foxglove?”

Felicity wanted to melt into him. How this man, who she knew could be so dangerous, could also be so sweet, was a mystery even to her. “Since the things I was hiding from have been dealt with,” she said quietly, “I was wondering if I still have to spend my days mostly locked away?”

Beneath the water, Cristiano’s fingers rubbed gentle circles over her hip. “There will always be some degree of danger,” he said. “But no, you don’t have to stay in hiding anymore. Though whenever possible I’d prefer you take an escort if I can’t be with you.”

She squinted at him. “Does the family have its own Uber service or something? Because, you know, I wouldn’t know how to arrange that.”

He chuckled. “After we get back from California, I’ll arrange some interviews with a few options. They’re men whose job it would be to chauffer you around and protect you if anything happened. Most of the time, you’d probably only need one.”

Felicity gave herself a moment to think on that. She didn’t feel like she was anyone special enough to require that sort of treatment, but she recognized that Cristiano wouldn’t be around every moment of the day. If it’ll make him feel better… “I can live with that.” She released a breath. “But, I was asking really because I feel like I need to do something. You know, contribute somehow. I never liked the grocery store, I’m not sad about that job, but I don’t know how I feel about being a kept woman, either.”

“The term is ‘housewife,’ first,” Cristiano replied, still sounding amused, “and second, I never said you had to be one. Hell, Iris is working on building her own business, even.” He gave her a squeeze. “Before you decide on a job, I’ve got another option for you to mull over.”

Felicity blinked up at him. “And what’s that?”

“You never got to finish your degree, right?”

She stared at him. That was true. Her mother had guilted her home before she’d finished her semi-randomly chosen degree, and she hadn’t had the money to try again. “That’s right….”

“Did you want to?”

“That’s—”

“Most universities offer online courses these days,” he said. “We’ll be traveling a lot, because you can bet your ass, I’m taking you with me when I’m sent out of town. That means you would probably want to look into the options for that. But if it’s something you want, I’ll help you make it happen.”

Her throat swelled and Felicity rolled into him, pulling him down for a wet kiss. “I love you,” she breathed against his lips. “I love you so much.”

He groaned, hands on her hips. “Felicity.”

She smiled at him. “I don’t feel like I deserve you, but I’m not going to let you go now, either. Just so you know.”

He huffed out a laugh and hauled her into his lap, kissing her again. He rolled his tongue through her mouth and said, “I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, baby. But as long as we agree we’re not letting go, that’s what matters.”

Felicity curled her arms around his shoulders. “How long are Dante and Iris going to be away for their honeymoon?”

“Ten days.”

“Then, on the twelfth day, can we get married? I know that’s fast, but you said before winter. That’ll be, what, late October?” She licked her lips. “I don’t care about the fancy stuff. I just want to marry you.” She’d suggest going to the courthouse in the morning if they didn’t have to wait for Dante to get down the aisle first.

Cristiano grunted and kissed her again, deep and lingering. By the time he retreated, her body had forgotten it had been sore and tired minutes earlier. Judging by the erection under her butt, so had his. “I’ll give you both, baby. I’ll give you everything.”

Epilogue

A Promise Kept

“Thank you, Mikey,” Felicity said before Cristiano could end the call. She hadn’t exactly spent every day since her introduction to her soon-to-be-in-laws in their presence, but she felt like she was developing bonds with them. At the very least, it was polite to express her gratitude when they did favors for her.

Cristiano tucked the phone away and recaptured her hand. “If he’s right, then we should be close. You gonna tell her we tracked her?”

Felicity scrunched up her face, her eyes catching on a squirrel as it jumped from one long tree branch to another. “I suppose if she makes me.” She drew a deep breath and held tighter to his hand. “Thank you for coming out with me.”

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