Page 49 of Mafia Christmas Vows

Alexei’s eyes search mine.

My lips curl. “Alexei. Are you… rambling?”

He shakes his head like a dog shaking off water. “No. I do not ramble.”

Huh. He’s totally rambling.

Alexei Orlov is… nervous.

And I think I’m the only one who can make him feel better.

I walk forward. Leaning up on my tiptoes, I wrap my hands behind his neck.

He goes very, very still.

So still that, unless he leans down, I can’t actually kiss him.

“Alexei,” I murmur, tugging on his neck. “Let me kiss you.”

He hesitates for just a second.

Just a tiny, tiny second.

Then, he leans down, and our lips meet.

Everything changes.

He kisses me like I’m the only fucking woman on earth, and I moan as I kiss him back.

My hands don’t know what to grab. They roam over Alexei’s neck and shoulders. I caress his broad back; I tug at his hair. He groans and cups my face with one hand, the other one fisting in the base of my hair as he tips my head back to deepen our kiss. My clothes are too tight on me, and I wriggle as my sensitive skin demands to be exposed to his hands.

He pulls back and paints kisses down my neck. My eyes roll back in my head at the sensation. “Alexei,” I pant, arching into his touch, “more.”

“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you,” he purrs.

I have a feeling that he doesn’t just mean right now.

His hands find the edges of the comfortable shirt and pants that I’ve been wearing. We both struggle to get the last remnants ofthe sleeves off of my arms, as neither one of us is willing to break the heated kiss that we’re sharing, but eventually I feel the cool air on the top of my breasts.

Alexei pulls back and rubs his hand over his mouth, staring at where I’m exposed to him. He swears in Russian.

“Maggie,” he breathes. “When did you find such… alluring things to wear?”

I glance down at the expensive bra, then back up at him. “Well, I did some shopping. As it turns out, you get really good delivery service in Russia,” I answer honestly. I bought this set, along with all the others, when I was mad at him and using his credit card like it was going out of style.

Little did I know that it would be him who seduced me, and how powerless I’d be to stop it.

“You will buy more,” he growls as he looks at me.

I lean back onto the desk. Alexei carefully takes the computer and the writing items, tucking them out of the way.

Powerless.

That’s how I feel. But not in a bad way.

In the best possible way.

However, I can still take back a little power. I lean back on my elbows, my skin meeting the hard surface of the deck. The motion presses my breasts up against the very expensive fabric. “If you like these, then I can definitely buy more,” I purr.

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