Page 6 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

He nodded, pulling out a sushi box. “Would you have eaten it?”

“I didn’t have a taste for it,but I would’ve eaten it because he knows that I’m always busy. I rarely eat anything other than carrot sticks.”

“You said you don’t date.”

“I don’t. He and I see each other from time to time. There are no strings. Just, just…” I trailed off.

“Just what?”

My heart slammed against my ribcage. I couldn’t believe I was telling him this.

“Pleasure.”

His jaw twitched as he put the sushi box back into the bag before placing it in my grip.

“I don’t share, Claire,” he gritted out.

“Vino, what are you talking about? We just met. You and I won’t be dating.”

Our eyes met and his beautiful blue eyes held mine. “So you never want to see me again?”

I placed the bag to my right. “Vino, I don’t want anything from you.”

My body was betraying me the way my breath hitched as I held his gaze.

“Finish your meal so we can get to this private photo shoot,” he said, breaking the tension.

I exhaled and nodded. He was being a good sport about all of this.

Did I want to see him again? Of course.

I emptied our trash in the wastepaper basket nearby while Vino undressed again.

I retrieved my camera from the desk. My mouth dropped open when I turned around. The man stood in only his underwear. His hard dick was at attention in his tight boxer briefs. He had the audacity to try to shield the eggplant with his massive sized hands. Even they couldn’t hide it.

“Is the Louisville Slugger always that happy?”

“Nope. Seems he has a thing for you. And now that we’re behind closed doors, he’s harder to control.” He smirked. “Give me a minute.”

Vino’s head tipped back, and his eyelids lowered. I guess he went somewhere in his head. I took the opportunity to stare at it. I sank my teeth into my lower lip. I was having dirty thoughts.

The bulge began to soften as he looked at me. “I’m ready.”

I blinked twice. “Place your hands on your hips.”

I got right down to business. He had to see I was a professional, and I didn’t give into a man just because his body was molded out of clay and turned into solid muscle. I hid behind my camera and snapped away.

“Now turn around and put one foot on the square.” I adjusted his arms and hands until they looked perfect. A spark of electricity passed between us. I pushed down what I felt. Because two people didn’t meet and fall in love instantly.

You don’t do love, anyway.What about lust? How long can you keep up lust without it turning into love? Forever. I refuse to give into another man.

“Why do you look upset?” he asked. His beautiful, thick brows pushed together.

What was I supposed to say? I need to get out of your presence because we share a connection, and I can’t let that happen.

“Just thinking about my workload,” I lied.

He smiled knowingly. “Wednesday night, dinner. Friday, the boardwalk. It’s happening, Claire.”

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