Page 59 of The Underboss's Secret Twins
The silk loosens, falling from my shoulders, slipping down my arms.
Marco doesn’t rush it.
He peels the fabric away with kisses, his mouth trailing over every new inch of bare skin he exposes.
The moment my dress pools at my waist, he flips me onto my back again, caging me beneath him.
His dark eyes roam over me, heavy-lidded, full of heat and something deeper.
"Fucking perfect," he murmurs. "Every inch of you."
His hand slides down, hooking into my panties and dragging them down my thighs, taking his time, watching my face as if he’s memorizing every reaction.
I should be embarrassed, lying beneath him, nearly naked while he’s still fully dressed. But the way he looks at me—like he’s starving— only makes me burn hotter.
"You’re staring," I whisper.
Marco smirks. "Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?"
I meet his challenge head-on.
My hands slide up his chest, pushing his jacket over his shoulders. He lets me strip it off, lets me undo the buttons of his dress shirt with trembling fingers.
But when I take too long, his patience snaps.
With a growl, he shrugs the shirt off himself, the fabric hitting the floor in a careless heap.
And fuck—he is a masterpiece.
Broad, muscled shoulders, golden skin stretched over powerful muscles, scars marking his past like ink on a map.
I trace one just above his ribs, and his abs tighten beneath my touch.
"You keep touching me like that," he warns, voice rough, "and I won’t be able to take my time."
I bite my lip. "Maybe I don’t want you to take your time."
Something in him snaps.
He crushes his mouth to mine, one hand sliding between my thighs, fingers teasing my slick heat.
"You’re already soaking for me," he growls, dragging a finger through my folds, making me arch into him.
"Please," I pant, gripping his arms.
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my jaw, my throat, the valley between my breasts.
"Please what?"
"Marco."
"Say it, baby." His thumb circles my clit, slow, torturous. "Tell me exactly what you want."
I whimper, hips lifting, desperate for more.
"I want you to fuck me," I breathe. "Now."
His growl vibrates against my skin. "That’s my girl."
