Page 16 of The Don's Proposal

What kind of sleeper is he? Does he roll over on his stomach, or does he like to hug his pillow to his chest? Does he snore? I imagine he’s a light sleeper, ready to jump into action the moment something shifts. How will he feel when he finds out that I’m a bit of a snorer? Will he kick me out of his room and regret taking me here in the first place? What about–

He flings an arm over me, tugging me against a wall of heat without a warning. Pulling the blanket off of my head, he tucks it beneath my chin and settles behind me. I can feel his erection immediately, but he doesn’t try to do anything with it. Unhappy with my distance, he pulls me right toward the middle of the bed.

There is no way a man like him snuggles women. I refuse to believe it. Even if he wanted to put me in some sort of chokehold, his arm isn’t anywhere near my throat.

He can’t keep his hands off of me for longer than five minutes. Has he realized it, or am I the only one going mad?

“Is this necessary?” Barely finding the words, my toes curl in my socks as I try not to enjoy the heat.

“Would you rather I tie you up?” He digs his cock further into the curve of my backside. “I’m sure I have rope somewhere. Maybe an old set of handcuffs. Somehow, I have to make sure you don’t try to slip out while I’m sleeping.”

I shiver at the very thought, and he misunderstands, bundling more blankets toward my chest.

“I could try to smother you with a pillow.” As tempting as it is, I may do so at this rate.

He hums against my hair as he thinks about it. “You could. How though? Help me paint a picture. Would you wrap your thighs around my hips and attempt to hold me down with your weight?”

I imagine the scene unfolding, following his description.

“When you’re pressing a pillow over my face, there’s something you can do to help make it even more enjoyable.” He nuzzles his nose against the back of my neck and takes in a deep inhale. “You could get yourself off while you take your first life. I’m going to be hard until the sun rises. Might as well use it to your advantage. Grind your pussy against me until you’re tingling all over.”

My breathing quickens, and my thighs rub together. I don’t like how he’s got my body wrapped around his finger. Even when he’s already done so much, Santino knows how to amplify these pesky feelings.

“Even if it sacrifices my last few breaths, I’d give them to you, little bird.”

“You’re insane.” Whispering the words, I catch myself panting. How can only a few words make me so hot and achy? “Just keep your hands to yourself, above the blankets at all times.”

His chest vibrates as he grunts. He nudges my legs apart with his knee to make himself more comfortable. At the same time, he grazes against my sensitive sex. I can feel my pulse where his thigh presses up against me. He curses under his breath when I wiggle and try to get more comfortable without purposely trying to seek a little relief.

“I’ll only keep my word for as long as you don’t push me.” Giving me more than enough of a warning, he reaches over to turn off the lamp on the stand next to him. “Time to sleep. We’ll figure out what to do with you in the morning.”

It’s an impossible task. Even more when he insists on leaving no inch of our bodies untouched.

Still, I close my eyes and try. If I don’t get rest now, tomorrow is going to be nothing shy of impossible.

If I’m lucky, my dreams will be a blank slate, and will have nothing to do with tending to my currently building list of problems to take care of.

7

Santino

I’m tempted to believe I’ve actually died, and someone mixed my records up by giving me something I can only describe as pure bliss. I don’t deserve this.

To have a woman fit so perfectly against my frame, smelling absolutely intoxicating.

For the first time in a while, I slept hard enough to be dead to the world. Now I don’t want to leave my bed and disrupt this peace.

Camellia is out, her face relaxed. She’s got a strand of hair caught on her lip, and I can’t help but move it. Her skin is so warm against my fingertips. She’s so soft, and squishy. Turning her head with my thumb, I find myself leaning in without thinking.

She has this pull on me, one I can’t fight against or explain to someone sane. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

I’m thinking of doing corny shit like waking her up with a light kiss. Would she melt against me like before, or would she shove me away?

For some reason, I want to chase after this woman until she’s melting against the palm of my hand. I don’t think I’m asking for much here.

It’s frustrating, not getting what I want. Any other woman would have happily sat on my cock without asking. Yet, with Camellia, I’m on the verge of begging her to let me in.

Grazing her skin, I lower my hand and carefully move to sit up. Moving the blankets, I curse under my breath as she stirs. The longer I look at her, the more my mouth waters. Whenever I get my mouth near her, she gives me something else to crave. As my eyes settle on the knot she’d tied on my sweatpants she stole, I’m practically drooling.

---