Page 69 of My Mafia Queen

“You seem distracted,” he says, flashing a cocky smile.

His fingers move smoothly, unfastening his belt before sliding his zipper down and helping him out of his pants.

He spins around and tosses them on a chair in the closet before tilting his chin toward the bathroom.

“I’m talking you out, but before that, I need to take a shower. You wanna keep me company?”

His boxers are already halfway down, revealing his back dimples and the swell of his butt.

A tattoo marks the line between his lower back and butt, and it’s the first time I see it in daylight and notice that it’s a woman resembling an antique warrior-like figure.

“Who is that?”

“Who’s who?” he murmurs, busy turning on the water and peeling off his shorts.

“The woman on your back?”

He drops his shorts on a shelf and enters the shower booth, waking straight into the stream of water.

I put the toilet lid down and sit on it, watching him.

The water breaks into rivers and rivulets against his chest before he tilts his head back, closes his eyes, and lets it roll over his face.

What a beautiful man he is.

His dark hair shines beneath the hands of water, liquid drops rolling over the planes, bumps, and valleys of his body.

He doesn’t even try to pump his chest out, and his pecs stand out precisely because they have been forged in steel after long hours of intense training.

His arms flex as he runs his hands over his face and neck and abs that look like chiseled bumps before he moves his hand down his hard length.

Maybe he was hard even when I talked to him. Or maybe that’s how he is, sporting a semi-hard cock all the time.

“That is Juno,” he says, and I flick my gaze up.

He has his head tilted toward me, his left eye cracked open, and a knowing smile glued to his sultry lips.

“Who is Juno?”

“Roman deity.”

“Oh…”

“Disappointed?’

“Only in myself.”

“Why?’

“I’m not familiar with the deities.”

“Me neither. Most of them, anyway. Juno spoke to me,” he jokes.

“What did she say?”

He laughs, enjoying our back and forth.

“I’m sure you know about the Roman deities,” I add.

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