Page 9 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

His sleeves were rolled up, too, exposing muscular forearms and big hands.

Like, BIG hands.

Which made me immediately wonder how big somethingelsewas.

But it was his face that took my breath away.

He had sculpted cheekbones… a granite jawline… sensual lips… flawless skin… and the most playful brown eyes I’d ever seen. A half-smile pulled at the corner of his incredibly kissable mouth. Several days of scruff made him look sexy as hell. His dark brown hair was wavy and fairly long, and was tousled and wild. He looked like a supermodel who’d just gotten out of bed ready for a photo shoot.

He was more handsome than any movie star or musician I’d ever seen, and my heart skipped a beat.

Not to mention my pussy fluttered with craving.

Sorry! Maybe that’s TMI –

But itdid!

As soon as our eyes met, he burst into a grin.

He had a million-dollar smile with perfectly straight, white teeth.

“Hellloooo,signorina,”he said flirtatiously. “That is, I’mhopingit’ssignorina.”

Signorinawas equivalent toMissin English – meaning an unmarried woman – versusSignora,which was the same asMrs.

I blushed furiously, but I grinned right back at him.“Definitelyyes.”

That made him grin even wider. “Well, that’s the best news I’ve heard all week.”

His eyes trailed down my body, pausing on my breasts.

I think most women don’t particularly like it when men do that –

But when the hottest guy in the world is undressing you with his eyes, it’sawesome.

His gaze felt like a caress, and I immediately felt my nipples harden.

Along with other parts of my body gettingmorehot and bothered.

Isowanted to sneak a peek at his crotch – but I restrained myself.

Barely.

“Ahem,” said an annoyed voice.

Signora Lombardi.

I’d forgotten she was there.

The hot guy looked over and flashed her the same charming smile. “Oh, hey, Signora.”

“Hello, Valentino,” the woman greeted him frostily.

Valentino.

Oh my god – it was a perfect name for him.

Be MY Valentine, baby – over and over again, all night long!

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