Page 37 of Mated into the Mob

He stepped back, eyes open wide as his back banged against the fridge door.

Shit! Did I say that out loud?

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TONY

Did he just say that? I think he did. Now what?

I was so confused, my mind flip-flopping between two columns, the yay and the nay.

Flint was an integral part of the mafia and the head of his pack. My head said there was no question we could be something to one another. That was a check mark in the nay column.

His hair curled at the front into an adorable cowlick… that was a positive, right? But me wanting to run my fingers through his hair couldn’t be measured against him being head of a crime family.

My father was in the pack and friends with Flint’s family, so that was a vote in favor. It had to be.

But I wasn’t my father. I had no memories of him, and despite what Rudy said, he might have been a shitty guy. He must have done bad things while in La Luna Noir.

“Are we going to pretend I didn’t say that?”

“I’m weighing things up.” I sat at the kitchen island because I didn’t want my legs to give out.

“How’s that going?”

“For you? Not so good.”

He dug his hands into the pockets of his robe and it parted, revealing his chest in a delicious V strip. Why the heck couldn’t it part a little lower down. I’d been given the full picture in the woods, but I wouldn’t say no to a second sighting. Or third or thirtieth.

Damn, I should go home and forget about how Flint’s eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. Then there was his enticing cologne that made me weak at the knees and his big fat pink cock. I bit my lip to fend off the desire in case I did something silly.

But I had to fight back against him and his sneaky methods of bending me to his will.

“Don’t do that.”

He’d been staring at the floor, but his head shot up. “Do what?”

“Show me your chest. It’s putting you at an unfair advantage. How would you react if I ripped my shirt off?”

He pulled the robe around him, but he couldn’t hide that little smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’d say, ‘More, please.’”

I studied my nails while my face burned. “Well, you haven’t seen me naked, so of course you want to see more of me.” I swiveled the stool so he couldn’t peer at my face, worried I was getting in so deep I couldn’t claw my way out. And did I want to?

“Rewind what you just said. You’ve seen my cock, but eying part of my chest is making you hot?”

“Huh? Did I mention the word hot? I don’t think so.” He was putting words in my mouth.

“But you insinuated.”

“Did not.”

“Okay.”

I glanced at him as he picked up an apple from the fruit basket. “That’s it? Okay?”

He eyed the apple and weighed it on his palm before biting it, the crunch as his teeth sliced through the silence sending a prickle of fear and also desire through me.

“I’m agreeing with you. Isn’t that what you want?”

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