Page 32 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

She swallows and I’m able to see her throat bob, guiding me closer to her pulse. One kiss. It’s all I want.

“Matias,” she says my name on a gust of air, her fingers digging into my arm.

“Sophie.” My lips are so close to hers, I can feel every exhale.

She groans, then shoves me hard enough to let me know she wants me to step back. I do, giving her space to breathe. Both of our chests are rising in hard beats as we stare at one another. Her eyes fall to my cock, and I don’t hide how hard I am or how much I want her.

Goddamn it, I’d make it good for her. Every fucking time she allowed me to have her body, I’d make sure every experience was better than the last.

Her eyes widen when she sees the massive tent in my pants. I expect us to talk about what just happened, but instead, she runs.

“Sophie!” I call for her as she runs down the steps and swings open the front door.

A few of my men are standing there smoking, and Gianni is walking up the driveway from the gate.

“Sophie, wait. Let’s talk. Whatever it is you have planned, cancel. I’ll take you out to dinner and we can talk about this.”

She’s looking around frantically, not listening to me.

“Sophie, please. Stay.” I grab her arm and she yanks it free.

“Where is my car, Matias?”

Fuck.

The car.

I forgot to mention that.

Gianni walks up the stairs and lights a cigarette, joining his security team to enjoy the show.

“I got rid of that damn death trap and got you a safe car. A car that is reliable and will protect you if anything bad were to happen.”

Her eyes glass over, filling with tears, and I immediately miss the lust. I want her desire back, not her sadness. “That was not up to you. You can’t just get rid of my car without talking to me about it, Matias.”

“I made sure to stick with the Beetle you like so much. It’s a newer version. Safer, Sophie. It isn’t hazardous. I need you to be safe.”

“I want my car back.”

I rub my chin and shake my head. “No. I won’t budge on this, Sophie. You’re going to have my daughter in your car sometimes and I want her, and you, to be safe.”

She steps closer to me, cheeks red from how angry she is. “I bought that car with my own money, and I never want anyone to do me any favors. That car was mine and you have no right to take that from me.”

“This car is yours, too, Sophie. I’m not trying to take from you. I’m trying to give.” I speak with my hands, flinging them in an outward motion toward her. “I want you safe.”

“And I could have gotten a new car with my salary. I can take care of myself.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to.”

She heads down the steps. “That isn’t up to you!” she shouts. “Where is my car?”

“The keys are in it.” I point to the new Beetle. “Your old car has been dealt with.” I actually have it in a garage that holds a few of the other vehicles I like to trade out every so often. I didn’t get rid of it, even though it deserves to be in a junkyard.

She lets out a growl of frustration, throwing her hands in her hair as she stomps to her new car. And when she gets in, Sophie slams the door.

She can be mad all she wants, but I know she loves it.

The bright red Beetle fits her personality perfectly. She gasses it out of the driveway, the tires spinning against the driveway, and for some reason, I step forward to chase after her to tell her to drive safe, but Gianni grabs me by the shoulder.

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