Page 79 of Savage Vow (Mafia Marriages 3)

“That’s none of your business,” she whispers, staring up at me.

“As your husband, it’s my business to know if my wife is being pleased by another man.”

She snorts and quips a sideways grin. “You think I’m shacking up at my job? Because that’s the only time I don’t have your bodyguard on my ass, and I can promise you, Jocelyn isn’t my type.”

“That’s too bad,” I tease, and lean in closer. Her breath mixes with mine. I want to steal a taste, but I resist the temptation.

Her nose crinkles with a laugh. “You are like every other hot-blooded male out there, imagining two girls together or a threesome.”

She isn’t wrong.

I would kill to have her in my bed with another woman, but I doubt I can convince her of that, let alone to sleep with me.

Baby steps.

I pull back out of her grasp and open the bottle of amaretto. “Let’s play a game,” I say, crawling onto the bed beside her.

“I’m listening,” she says, her voice soft and sultry.

The girl makes my dick hard.

Part of me knows this is a bad idea. We’re married because of Alessandro and not because we want to be. I ought to take things slowly. There’s a kid involved, my kid.

But I want to drive myself into her warmth and hear her scream my name. And my senses are lost when she brushes my arm with her gentle touch. Her fingers caress me, and it’s not even bare skin.

It’s been far too long since I’ve had a woman in my bed, let alone indulged in a fantasy with one.

Karina isn’t the last woman that I had sex with. I certainly haven’t been a monk for the previous six years, but love hasn’t ever been part of the equation. Not that it is now.

I shouldn’t kid myself. Just because we’re married doesn’t mean we’re going to fall happily in love.

This isn’t a fairy tale.

This is real life. And real life is filled with flaws and disappointments.

“Give me the bottle,” she says when I don’t answer her fast enough with how we’re going to play the game.

She takes a swig and then screws the lid back on. “How about we play spin the bottle?”

“Are you fourteen?” I joke. There are only two of us, and if she wants to kiss me, she doesn’t have to hide behind a game.

I grab her by the waist and pull her against me, our noses bumping together.

We laugh, and she glances down. She’s blushing again, brightly.

Reaching for her chin, I guide her head up and our lips brush, taking a taste.

Her mouth is warm and inviting. I pull her onto my lap, desiring more than just a simple kiss. I should have known this was a bad idea.

She doesn’t object.

Karina doesn’t push me away or tell me to stop.

My fingers glide under her shirt, caressing her lower back, inching her shirt up. I’m slow and meticulous, giving her the opportunity to stop me, to tell me no.

Her moan is like fuel on an already burning fire. She grinds against me, and I deepen the kiss, laying her on her back, straddling her.

I can’t keep my hands off her. Not that I’m trying very hard, either.

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