Page 64 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

I’m so glad she’s wearing shorts.

“Matias. We can’t. Not here. Plus, you said you’d give me time, remember?”

Fuck.

I did say that.

I slide my hand back to her knee and rub my thumb against her skin. “I’m sorry. You make me irrational. I’m in constant need when I’m around you.”

Her eyes are still closed, but I hear her giggle. “Yeah, okay.”

I hear the disbelief in her tone, and I grab her hand, pressing it on my cock. “Do you feel that?” I wrap her fingers around the shaft. “Feel how fucking hard I am for you? Ever since you climbed out of bed and kissed my daughter on the cheek goodbye, I’ve wanted you.”

She inhales, giving me a soft stroke through my pants.

As much as I don’t want to, I remove her hand and place it beside my leg. “Time, remember? If you don’t come, I don’t come.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize. It’s your body, your mind, your wants. I’m not mad about that, Sophie. I’m not mad at all. Okay?”

She nods, her lashes curling until they nearly touch her eyebrows. Her big blue eyes are a beacon, guiding me to moral righteousness.

I cup her jaw, my sights targeting her lips. “Can I kiss you? Is that allowed?”

She nods again, still not saying a word.

“Thank fuck,” I growl before crushing my mouth to hers. I can cope without sex, but her lips? Not being able to kiss and taste her when I want?

I don’t know if I could survive a day.

There’s no tongue; just a simple, at-ease, soft kiss.

“We are making the descent to New York City. Please fasten your seatbelts. We will be landing in twenty minutes,” the pilot announces.

The kiss comes to an end. I don’t want to go to this gala. I want us to be locked away in a hotel room and I want to learn everything about her. I’m obsessed.

“Are you excited about the gala tonight?” I ask her while running my fingers through her hair.

She remains quiet for a little too long before answering, “I’m only going for you.”

I lean back to see her face. “You aren’t excited? Most women love getting dressed up for a night out. I can’t wait to show you off. Hmm,” I hum, imagining her holding my arm as men look at me with envy.

Her cheeks turn red, and she glances down. “I guess.”

“Hey.” I slip my fingers under her chin, apply pressure, and force her to lift her head. Tears swim in her eyes and she tries to pull away from me, but I palm her cheek. “Hey, talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me, Sophie. It will only make me want to spank you. And since you need time, that’s something I can’t do. Be honest with me. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think this night will go as planned. That’s all. I think you have this idea in your head about how tonight will look. It’s sweet. Like a fairytale, but I’ve learned fairytales have a dark meaning, the original ones, and it isn’t always a happily ever after. I just think you need to be more realistic.”

I growl, not liking how she’s diminishing herself. “If I want a fairytale for us, then I will have it, and I don’t care who I need to kill or silence for that to happen. Do you understand me, Sophie? I will slip your shoe on at midnight while we stand in a puddle of blood belonging to anyone who dares to question us. The lengths I will go for you have no bounds.”

“You won’t actually kill anyone, will you?”

I meet her gaze, so serious and innocent. She has no idea just how much more dangerous I’ve become since meeting her.

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