Page 28 of The Hitman's Rose

“Fuck,” I whimper and spread my legs wider.

“Stand up and take your bottoms off,” he orders.

“Take your trunks off,” I retort then hop off his lap.

“Naughty vixen,” he chuckles and stands up.

I take off my bottoms and place them just outside the pool. Ademaro follows suit with his trunks then sits back down.

Nerves are filling me. I was so confident moments ago, but now I’m worried I won’t be good enough for him. What pleasure could a man like Ademaro get out of me? He could have any woman on the planet.

“I don’t like the look on your face, mia rosa.”My rose,he says, making every ounce of doubt wash away.

“You always know the right thing to say,” I smile.

“Tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I shake my head then straddle his waist. He grabs my hips and shakes his head. “What?”

“I want to know what’s wrong. That’s more important to me, Rosaline,” he replies tenderly.

“I know. That’s why I said you always know the right things to say. It’s like you read my mind, know my doubts, and wash them all away.”

“What doubts do you have?”

“You’re perfect. And I’m… Well, I’m not.”

He actually has the audacity to laugh at me. I frown at him and he laughs more. When he stops laughing, he kisses me.

“You’re crazy, if you don’t know that you’re perfect,” he kisses me again. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Well, you’re crazy for thinking that I’m perfect.” I kiss him. “Absolutely crazy.”

We both laugh. Ademaro wraps his arms around me and I lay my head on his shoulder. It’s hard to not get lost in his touch.

“You better put that out,” an unfamiliar man’s voice says somewhere near by, startling me. Ademaro rubs my back and I relax. “Boss, will have your head. He said no smoking when we’re over here.”

“His goddaughter hates cigars,” another guy chimes in as the faint smell of cigar hits me.

Nasty stuff.

“I’m putting it out. Calm your fucking tits,” another guy groans. “You think she can smell it? We aren’t even that close to the house.”

“Yes, I can smell it,” I reply, making Ademaro laugh.

“Oh, my God! Signorina Romano! We are are so sorry. So very sorry!” One or all of them shout over the fence. I can’t quite tell who is saying what. All I know is that they’re blurting things a million miles per minute and sound scared shitless.

“Are you done sounding like idiots?” Ademaro growls.

“Oh, shit. The Button is there too. We’re so fucking dead,” one of them whispers. It’s hard to contain my laughter, when Ademaro sighs.

“No one will hurt you. I’ll see to it,” I assure them. “Now, finish your patrol and go.”

“Grazie, Signorina Romano!” they shout in unison before scurrying off to finish their job.

“Well, aren’t you a doll,” Ademaro grins.

“And, aren’t you,” I poke him on the tip of his nose, “as cute as abutton.”

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