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“Do you feel it?” I ask, and she nods. “It’s because of you. I told you, you’re special.”

“I’m sure plenty of women have spiked your pulse, Santino,” she whispers.

“Not like this. Never like this.” She gives me a soft smile. “Let me kiss you again,” I plead. “I want you to feel what happens to my pulse when I do.”

“Yes,” she sighs, and I don’t waste any time.

I cup Mia’s neck so I can feel her pulse as I press my lips to hers, loving the jump in her heart rate the moment they do. She presses her fingers into my neck to feel mine in return.

I lick the seam of her lips and she opens for me, her tongue sliding against mine in a sensual kiss that has my cock stiffening in an instant.

She has that effect on me, and I fucking love it.

Our kiss is slow and sensual, and carries too many promises to count.

I pull away before I lose control, resting my forehead against hers. “Do you feel it, Mia?”

She nods, her fingers pressing into my neck. “It matches mine, doesn’t it?” she asks, the whisper of her words brushing my lips.

“It does.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “But I think yours is beating a little faster.” I kiss the other corner. “Which I like,” I admit, placing a barely there kiss to her lips.

I take her hand from my neck and kiss her knuckles before weaving our fingers together and placing our joined hands on my thigh for the rest of the drive back into the city.

Chapter 13

Mia

Stay strong, Mia.

Santino needs to stop being sweet. He needs to stop touching me. He needs to just…stop.

He keeps ahold of my hand the rest of the way into the city, and even when we pull up to the curb outside of his apartment building, he gets out while still holding my hand and then helps me out.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Antonucci,” our driver says, bowing at the waist.

“Thank you.” Santino gives me a little smirk, and when we’re a few steps away, he says, “I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing it.”

He wraps his arm around my waist after we enter the building, plastering himself against my back to whisper seductively in my ear, “I’ll say it every chance I get so you get used to it, Mrs. Antonucci.” He kisses me in my favorite spot and releases me from his hold.

I dart across the lobby as fast as my heels will carry me and glare at my too-sexy husband when I hear him chuckle behind me.

“You’ll never be able to run faster or get far enough away from me, my bride. I’ll always catch you. I’ll always find you.”

“You’re starting to sound a little obsessed, my husband.”

We step into the elevator and Sabtino crowds me into the corner after pressing in the code for the penthouse floor.

“Starting to? I thought I’ve made it crystal clear that I’m totally…” He runs a finger up my arm. “Completely…” His finger slides across my clavicle. “Utterly…” His finger swirls around the hollow at the base of my throat. “So far gone obsessed with you.”

Santino cups the front of my throat in a possessive embrace. “I made sure you married me, Mia. I made sure you were legally bound to me before another man could even think of asking you out. I already know no other man will see you as I do. Will want you as I do. Will give you the world like I will. Will make you feel as desired as I will. Will worship you like I will. Will make you come harder, longer, or more intensely than I will. Does that sound like I’mjuststarting to be obsessed with you, Mrs. Antonucci?”

I’m dizzy. He’s so intense.

“No, it sounds like you’re already there.”

“I am,farfalla.” Santino strokes the side of my neck with his thumb.

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