Page 92 of My Mafia Queen

He turns around, wearing a smile and bringing his drink to his lips.

The amber liquid kisses his lips, filling the room with a sweet aroma as he walks toward me.

“I’m all right,” he says, and I believe him.

He sets his drink on the nightstand before lying next to me, with a couple of pillows supporting his shoulders.

Chewing, I look at him.

He tugs at a strand of my hair, holding my gaze.

“Come here,” he murmurs.

I push the bowl of fruit and chocolate to the side before changing my mind and placing it on the nightstand.

Propped on my elbow with my head pressed to my hand, I lie next to him.

“Will there be any problems?” I ask, my eyes dipping to his lips often.

He has a vacant look on his face, still playing with my hair while he clicks his tongue.

“No problems.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“You knew something like that would happen?’

He mulls over his answer before his eyes regain their focus, a faint smile creasing his lips.

“I’m always ready for this kind of thing but never count on it. Most of the time, nothing happens.”

I observe him with thoughtful eyes while he watches me in silence.

“He looked for trouble,” I say, struggling with guilt.

“Don’t think about it. These men know what they’re doing.”

“They’re using me to get to you.”

“They’re using anything to get to me. That’s the story of us.”

He flashes a smile,

“Things will be all right. No need to worry,” he says before pushing to his elbow and sliding his hand inside my robe.

“You did good tonight. I’m proud of you,” he says, slowly peeling my robe off before grabbing it and dropping it to the floor.

His eyes go straight to my chest.

“I wanted to do this the entire evening,” he says, pulling me to him.

I straddle him while he cups my breasts, squeezes my nipples, and starts kissing them one by one.

And just like that, our conversation becomes a memory, and life goes on.

My hair moves over my back, my hands going to his shoulders, my spine arched ever so slightly so I can fill his mouth.

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