Page 47 of Christmas with the Mafia
His words act as a warning, and I wonder exactly how welcome I’ll be and once again picture my previous plans for Christmas.
“Oh my God!” I stare at him in shock. “I forgot to call Quincy again! In fact, did we even bring my phone? I was so busy last night I forgot all about it.”
“I’m sorry, Regina, I must have left it charging.”
He offers me his phone. “Perhaps you could call her from mine.”
“But I don’t know her number. She’s been programmed into my contacts for so long I’ve forgotten her number.”
“Where she works, perhaps?”
“She works from home.”
I groan, hating how quickly I’ve discarded my best friend and placed everything else before her. She will be pissed, and rightly so.
“Can we turn around and get it?” I ask hopefully, and he shakes his head.
“We’ve been traveling for one hour already, and still have a long way to go. I’m sorry, Regina, you will have to call her when you return.”
“I feel bad.” I stare out of the window, and a ball ofshame lodges itself in my heart. She’s my best friend, and I didn’t attempt to call. I never even wished my followers a Merry Christmas, and forgot to film the usual fun-filled video I always schedule for Christmas day morning.
My entire business is on that phone, my life and even my family will miss hearing from me at Christmas, which isn’t as much of a disaster as Quincy.
“Perhaps I should distract your attention.”
Nico’s voice interrupts my self-loathing.
“How?”
I’m shocked when his hand slides behind my head and he pulls me hard toward him, his eyes burning deep into mine as he whispers huskily, “We are in love, Regina, remember? The rest of the journey will be spent rehearsing that.”
“I don’t understand.”
My heart rate is near critical as his lips descend on mine in a surprise attack that lights a dormant fire inside me that I never realized was smoldering. His tongue forces entry into my mouth, and as he swipes around my tongue, his other hand rests on my thigh, the pressure distracting me from his assault. I’m more surprised when I moan, shifting closer as I return the kiss with more enthusiasm than is good for my image.
I never realized how hungry I was for this. How I anticipated it and desired it. He shifts even closer, and his hand moves lower, inching under the hem of my respectable skirt as he bites down on my lower lip, causing a ripple of expectation to pass through me.
This is different, unexpected and a long timecoming if I’m honest.
As rehearsals go, this one is almost perfect, and he presses me down on the seat, his hand sliding under my skirt and stopping inches from my panties.
Is this normal for a platonic fake engagement? It must be, and so I kiss him back, my libido out of control as I shiver inside. As distractions go, this is the best one of my life because Nico is seriously hot and extremely bad for my principles.
My fingers tangle in his hair and I hold him against me, shamelessly and wantonly as I pour everything into this kiss. As his fingers slide under my panties, I jump and for a moment consider this a step too far. There’s nothing fake about this. This is full-blown x-rated, and as he bites my neck, I toss my head back to give him easier access.
“Fuck.” I groan as his fingers rub against my clit and I shamelessly moan out loud, “Oh God.”
My eyes snap open in shock as he presses two fingers inside me and his lips fasten on mine as he hits the bullseye and I come apart, screaming into his mouth as a tsunami of an orgasm hits me.
It’s as if I’ve been transported to paradise, the kind where every wish you have ever made is granted in a flurry of good fortune.
Rich boyfriend
Seriously hot
Kind and considerate
He is everything I ever hoped for and even more, and yet I doubt I can ever look him in the face again after what just happened.
