Page 22 of Convenient Mafia Vows

“Stay.” My lips caress hers.

“Why?”

“Because we have an agreement.”

She lowers her eyes, and I realize that I’m losing her.

“And because I want you to stay.”

She peers directly into my eyes again. “Even with Abigail,” she whispers.

“Even with Abigail.”

I must be crazy, but my lips are on hers, and she’s kissing me back. I pin her to the wall with my body, raising her arms above her head with one hand, and unzipping the coat with the other.

“Stop.” She twists her mouth away from me. “Abigail.”

Fuck!I’d gotten so carried away that I’d forgotten all about the kid.

I pull away, my pants stretching over the bulge in my boxers which, thankfully, is covered by my jacket.

When I turn around, I find the kid, Abigail, sitting on one of the sofas with my tablet in her lap, the glare of the screen reflecting off her cheeks. “What are you doing?” I cross the room in three strides, panic coursing through my veins. The damage she could do if she hit the wrong key…

“Abigail?” I can hear the horror in Victoria’s voice even though she’s behind me, and I can’t see her. “Where did you find the tablet?”

“On the desk.” The kid glances at my desk like I’d left it sitting there so she could play with it. “I’m playing Solitaire.”

Fucking Solitaire?How does she even know what Solitaire is? What do they teach kids at kindergarten these days?

Victoria reaches the sofa before I do. Sitting beside Abigail, she studies the screen, a smile lighting up her face. “Are you winning?”

“Sure. I win every time.”

“You do, huh?” Victoria peers up at me. “She’s only playing a game. No harm done.”

“Did you touch anything else?” I ask Abigail.

“Nope.”

Then it dawns on me that the tablet was locked when she picked it up. It’s always locked. “How did you unlock it?”

“I figured out your pin while you were kissing.” She barely even glances up from the screen.

Victoria sucks hard on her bottom lip to suppress the chuckle threatening to explode.

“How did you figure out my pin, Abigail?” She’s like a mini version of Victoria sitting beside her, too young to even know how to switch on a tablet.

“Easy. It’s the street number of the hotel.”

“You worked that out all by yourself?”

Victoria’s head moves from side to side following the conversation as though she’s watching a tennis match.

“Yes.” Abigail doesn’t even glance up from the game she’s playing.

Something about the kid has piqued my curiosity. She’s been kicked out of kindergarten, I assumed for being naughty, and here she is playing Solitaire on my tablet which she hacked into while I was thinking about bending her mom over and screwing her from behind. “Can I see?”

I skirt around the sofas and sit on the other side of her so that she’s squashed between me and Victoria. She’s already close to completing the game, but a quick glance tells me that she has missed a card.

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