Page 31 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

I smirk. “Yeah, she will.”

“Have you looked at her file yet?”

“No. I didn’t want to read too much. Why?”

“I think we need to keep an eye on her ex-boyfriend.”

That grabs my attention. I lean forward, placing the beer on the table, and my elbows on my knees. “Why? What’s going on?”

“I’m not sure. His background is too clean, and he didn’t actually exist until five years ago.”

I sneer at his words, knowing this guy is dangerous then. No one ever just comes to existence randomly like that. Not without a bad reason.

“I want you to dig as deep as you can. I don’t care who you have to kill in the process,” I tell him.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Just as he stands, his eyes move across the room, and he nods politely. “Ms. Sophie, how are you doing today? You look beautiful.”

I spin around to see her, and suddenly, I can’t remember how to breathe.

“Thank you, Gianni. I appreciate that.”

“I have to go update my security team on something. Excuse me.” Gianni leaves us, and the moment we’re alone, I feel it.

The air becomes heavy with tension and chemistry. Anger ticks her jaw as she gathers her purse from the rack. Unable to stop myself, I let my gaze run down her body, noticing her outfit. She’s wearing another off-the-shoulder long-sleeve shirt.

I fucking love those shirts. Her skin is flawless and shines from how smooth it is. I am desperate to touch her, to feel us touch and explore this bomb between us as the fuse burns.

When this explodes—and it will—we will burn together.

I’m about to apologize for how I acted yesterday when she turns to face me. Her makeup is done, and her hair is up in a deliberately messy bun, a few long curls framing her face. The delicate curve of her neck is available for anyone to lean in and kiss, to drag their lips against her skin, to have her gasp for breath while kissing the spot under her ear.

God, I bet she’s begging for more.

“Where the hell are you going?” I let slip out, not wanting her to go anywhere that doesn’t have me glued to her side.

“It’s my day off, Matias. So, it’s not your business what I do or where I go on personal time.”

I’m in front of her before she can even think about spouting off her next sassy word. I pin her against the wall and her breasts rub around my chest. Her nipples harden, poking through the material of her t-shirt, and it takes all I have not to rip her shirt off, and suck one of them into my mouth.

“The fuck it isn’t my business. You’re my business, Sophie. Whether you like it or not.”

“How is it—”

I do something I shouldn’t. I use my daughter as an excuse. “Where you go and whom you hang out with matters because anything you do on the outside could come here and I won’t have my daughter in danger.”

She laughs, but not in the sense that she finds something funny. It’s more of an ironic, sarcastic laughter. Sophie shoves me in the chest, but I don’t move.

“Oh, you’re something else. You’re worried about me bringing home something dangerous when it’s you—” she pokes me in the chest “—That literally kills and bribes for a living? Screw you, Matias.”

My hand gently traps her against the wall by wrapping it around the nook where her shoulder meets her neck. I lean in, brushing my nose against hers, and whisper. “Name the time and place, Sweet Sophie, and I’ll give you the best fuck of your life.”

Her mouth parts in shock, desire, and curiosity brewing in her gorgeous blue depths.

I shove her legs apart and insert my knee, dragging my fingers across that bit of bare skin showing on her shoulder.

Goosebumps rise on her skin, and I drag my nose across her jawline, one hand gripping the thick curve of her hip. I press my pelvis against her so she can feel what she fucking does to me. She has me testing every ounce of control there is.

“You say the word, Sophie. And I’ll be your first.” I slide my hand down her spine. “Your last.” My eyes flutter shut as I inhale her scent, reminding me of flowers on a spring day. “I’ll fuck you every day, so all your wants are met. All your needs. Just say the word, Sophie. And I’m yours.”

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