Page 24 of The Mafia's Desire

“Do you want to touch me, baby?” he asked.

She inhaled and started to shake her head but turned it into a nod. “I…”

“It’s okay. You can touch me anytime, except if I’m in a meeting. If my office door is closed, you can’t come in or knock unless it’s an emergency.”

“I understand.”

“We’re moving to my house today.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because that’s where my office is, and I want you to get used to our home.”

He said “our home,” and it made her heartbeat accelerate and her stomach tighten.

“Okay.”

“Give me a kiss, and then I’ll go shower.”

He leaned down and let his lips graze hers before returning and pressing harder. This time he deepened the contact, using his tongue to open her mouth so he could delve inside. She felt her body soften, a gush of her pussy cream slid out of her, and her cervix spasmed.

He lifted his head and stared down at her. “I’m going to shower.”

She nodded and watched as he stood and walked off like he hadn’t been affected at all. Hell, maybe he hadn’t. A disturbing thought popped into her head. He’d probably been with a hundred women while she was still a virgin. It wasn’t by choice. She just hadn’t found the man she wanted to be with for the first time.

Now that she thought about it, the women he’d fucked before had to have been gorgeous and sophisticated and knew how to have sex and pleasure him. She couldn’t see him with anyone like her.

Why in the hell was he interested in her? She could feel her insecurities grow. It was one of the emotions she hated the most. It made her feel small and dispensable. The last thing she wanted was for him to come out while she was still in bed. He might take it as an invitation, and she still wasn’t ready for that, no matter what her body said.

She scrambled off the bed and dressed in the clothes she’d worn the previous day. She was sitting in one of the chairs waiting for him when he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, and her mouth went dry.

He looked disappointed but didn’t say anything. He just walked into the closet and dressed in a black suit.

He was fixing his cuffs when he came out to stand in front of her.

“Do you need the bathroom before we go?”

“Yes.” She closed the door behind her, used the toilet, brushed her teeth and hair, and smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress. It would have to do until she got more clothes.

He was waiting by the door and opened it when she got close. But instead of letting her pass by him, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pinned her to his chest before his head dipped and his lips took hers.

The kiss was sweet, but the longer it went on, the hotter it got.

He lifted his head. “Damn woman, you go to my head.”

“I hope that’s good,” she said.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

He latched onto her hand and pulled her along with him. She had to hurry to keep up and quickly got out of breath.

“Can you slow down, please? My legs are half as long as yours.”

He snorted but shortened his stride. “I’m going to want you to come with me to work out a few mornings a week.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because you’re already out of breath. We need to get your stamina up because there are times I will be on you all night.”

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