Page 102 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Don
“Have you been here all day?” Marco’s voice carries from the library door. He’s in his suit, but his tie is loose.
“Most of the day.”
"It's late," he says. "We should get some rest before tomorrow."
I put away my work and head upstairs with him, expecting him to escort me to my room. Instead, he pauses at his bedroom doorway.
"My room is more comfortable than yours," he says casually. "And the shower's better."
My heart thuds even as I tell myself that Marco’s invitation doesn’t mean anything serious. "Is that so?" I keep my tone light, matching his.
His lips quirk upward. "We don't have much time left in this arrangement. Might as well enjoy the amenities while you can."
Despite his playful tone, I understand what he's really saying. This is temporary. Don't get attached. Don't expect more.
“Are you an amenity?”
His brows waggle. “I could be.”
If I were smart, I’d go to the guest room.
I wouldn’t let my heart get any more tangled up in him than it already is.
But I’m not smart.
I want this man.
Even if it’s just temporary. Even if it means heartache in the end.
We’re barely through the door before his lips and hands are all over me. Our clothes leave a wake behind us as we make our way to the bed.
We fall on it, roll together until I rise over him. “What do you call this amenity?” I wrap my hand around his dick, brushing my thumb over the tip, wet with precum.
“Pleasure.” He moves my hips over him, but I resist.
Reaching to his nightstand, I open the drawer.
“What are you doing?”
I hold up a strip of condoms.
Confusion crosses his features. "I thought you said?—"
"I know what I said," I interrupt gently, walking my fingers down his chest. "But it would give you peace of mind, wouldn't it? After how upset you were last time?"
His eyes search mine for a long moment before he nods, taking the strip of condoms.
As he tears open the foil packet, I tell myself I'm not lying, not really.
This is for his comfort, his peace of mind.
The fact that it's necessary for other reasons I'm not ready to share…
Well, that's a conversation for another day, if at all.
It could be that nothing comes of the encounter in the sauna. No reason to upset him for nothing.
He rolls me underneath him, lifting my leg and hooking it over his hip.
