Page 69 of Convenient Mafia Vows

Tears well in my eyes.

“Hey.” Caleb catches a teardrop on his fingertip. Holding it up to the glow of the fairy lights, he studies it closely and then places it on his tongue. “We’ll find Mason and Sienna.”

I swallow another small sip of champagne. Does he really think the tears are for my brother and my friend? Or is this his way of avoiding a conversation about us?

“Caleb…”

“Shh.” He puts his glass down and leans closer, smoothing my hair away from my face. “You know how gorgeous you are, right?” He cups my face with both hands and kisses my eyelids, the tip of my nose, my earlobes.

“No, I?—”

He kisses my lips. I want to tell him that I’ve never felt as beautiful, as special, as desirable as he makes me feel, and I doubt that I will ever feel this way again. I want to tell him that, for me at least, this is way more than a marriage contract. That I never intended to develop feelings for him, but now that I have, he has grown roots inside my heart that I will never be able to cut down.

I want to ask him if he feels the same way.

But my body is talking its own language, and I also know that I’m powerless to stop responding to his touch. So, when he slides my hips towards him and leans over me, I comb my fingers through his hair and kiss him like this is the last time we will ever get to do this.

Caleb unbuttons my shirt without popping the buttons. He unfastens my jeans and slides his hand inside my panties, his cold fingers slipping easily inside my sex. I gasp against his lips.

“You’re so wet.” His breath mingles with mine when he speaks, and I smile. “You’re dripping like a fucking waterfall. Is this just for me?”

I don’t answer. I pull him towards me and kiss him, feeling my pussy clench around his finger.

“Say it. Say it’s just for me.”

“It’s just for you,” I breathe against his lips.

“Tell me you’re mine, Victoria.” His voice is husky. I can’t read the gleam in his eyes, but it’s enough for me to know that it’s all for me.

“I’m yours, Caleb.”

He kisses me deeply, his tongue filling my mouth, his free hand stroking my neck.

Then he pulls away and stands abruptly, leaving my lips still parted, my tongue still searching for his. He offers me his hand and pulls me onto my feet.

“Take off your clothes m’áilleacht.”

“But…” I peer around the rooftop.

We’re alone up here. Abigail is sound asleep in her bed downstairs, and the only way anyone can reach us is by going through Martin and his men guarding the penthouse elevator. But it isn’t the fear of getting caught that’s stopping me. I’ve never undressed in front of a man before, and I don’t know how to make it look sexy.

“Take off your clothes, Victoria.” His voice is firm; it’s an order.

I shrug my shirt over my shoulders and drop it onto the floor. My jeans are already undone, so I slide them over my hips and step out of them, kicking them aside too.

“Continue.”

I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it fall from my breasts and land on the floor at my feet. The cool night breeze and Caleb’s gaze on my breasts makes my nipples stand erect. Watching him closely, I slide my panties over my hips and nudge them aside with my bare feet.

I thought I would feel self-conscious standing naked in front of him, but I can tell by his appreciative gaze that he likes what he sees.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

And in the moment, I believe him.

Caleb tugs his sweater over his head and tosses it on top of my discarded clothes. Then he removes his jeans. He’s commando underneath, and his cock springs free, standing thick and proud.

He walks toward me and caresses my breasts with his fingertips, lingering on the marks he gave me, while he kisses me on the lips. It’s a tender kiss, quite unlike any we have shared before, and a shiver runs down my spine.

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