Page 14 of The Boss's Revenge

“Since you aren’t pregnant, I should point out we didn’t use protection unless this was your Machiavellian plan all along.”

She smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m on birth control. I don’t really want to force a man to marry me that doesn’t want to. I – I just need a few weeks,” she said. “Can you just give me a few weeks?”

‘What’s going to happen in a few weeks?” I wondered.

“In a few weeks, I won’t be your problem anymore. If you ever wanted to help me… just give me a few weeks,” she said.

“Don’t tell me all this time, you’re working another angle?” I mused.

She sighed, her shoulders dropping. “Of course, I am. I hardly want to marry you, baby Luciano. You should know better,” she said, a note of her earlier confidence returning. Those words felt strange in my chest. I should feel relieved. I didn’t trust myself to speak right then and settled for picking her up. She gave a small cry of surprise, as I turned her around, and settled her on the long leather couch before the one-way glass window. I moved down her body, pushing her legs apart as I went.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked.

“I promised to kiss it better, and I always keep my promises,cara mia,” I said, with a wicked grin, lowering my face to do just that.

I carriedKira from the car into the brownstone, since her tight-as-hell pants wouldn’t go back on. It would have been funny, something to bring us closer after the mind-blowing experience we’d shared if only her words right after weren’t burrowing into my heart and breaking it.

She was leaving, she had a plan, and she had never planned on going through with the marriage her father was demanding, not to me or the man in Russia. I didn’t know how to feel, except that holding her close right now felt good in a way I’d never felt before. I wanted more of that feeling.

“My things are still in your room,” she said when I set her down in the hallway inside.

“Good. Let’s go to sleep,” I said gruffly, smoothing back some of her disheveled hair.

“We don’t have to sleep together. I’m not a hearts and flowers kind of girl if you’ve noticed. You don’t have to pretend to have forgiven me. I know I’ve fucked things up between you and your brother… I’m sorry.”

“If you’re really sorry, you’ll get your ass into my room, into my bed… and show me,” I said crudely, dragging her into my arms again, and pressing my hard-on against her stomach once more. Yep, I was hard for her again, even after what had just happened. I couldn’t control my body around this woman.

Her eyes widened, a nearly comical look of surprise coming over her face. The transformation lodged something hard in my chest. A swelling of affection I couldn’t ignore. She was a jaded bad girl at times, a liar and trickster at others, then a knife-wielding fighter, and now, innocent and suddenly so sweet it made my teeth ache.

“Again?” she nearly squeaked, leaning in and casting a look down my body. “Already?”

I fought my grin and turned her toward the bedroom, pushing her ahead of me, my hands on her hips. “Yes, already. You might think you know everything about everyone, but tonight, I’m going to teach you some things you don’t know about,” I said, my face brushing the hair at the back of her head and releasing her scent. My hands tightened on her.

Just give me a few more weeks, and I won’t be your problem anymore

The words played in a cycle in my head, sending darkness to lick at the sides of my mind. I didn’t want to look too closely at it, or the gut feeling the idea of letting Kira go gave me. For tonight, at least, she was mine.

I woke to an empty bed and squinted around my room to catch a glimpse of the woman I’d tumbled about in the sheets so often last night, I was sure we hadn’t gotten more than an hour or two’s sleep. Energy zipped through me as I rose. Despite the lack of sleep,I felt wired. My body groaned, my muscles spent in the best possible way, and my overworked dick was already hard. There was something about Kira that made me want to sink inside her the first chance I got. A whole night of fucking for a virgin was probably a bit harsh. I wondered briefly, as I stood and stretched if she was sore. I already knew she wouldn’t admit it. Kira was a tough nut to crack and I couldn’t fool myself into thinking that the hint of vulnerability she had shown me would be a constant thing. I didn’t much mind. I liked her in all her moods, tough, teasing, and soft.

Pulling on soft pants that hung low on my hips, I pushed my unruly hair back and made for the kitchen. A heavenly smell perked my nose up, and I followed the scent.

Kira was standing at the stove, carefully holding a heavy cast iron pan in the air. As I got closer, she tossed it, and a huge, thin pancake turned in a perfect somersault and landed in the pan.

“You’re good at that,” I said approvingly, as I reached her. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. There shouldn’t have been anything sexy about her clothes and yet, I couldn’t stop my hands from reaching for her. I slid my arms around her from behind, tugging her body into contact with my own. Just the weight of her against my hard-on had me groaning.

“You can’t possibly be thinking about… that… already, after last night?”

There it was, that sweet innocence. She was so jaded in some ways, and so untouched in others.

“Cara, when I’m around you, I want to be inside you. I wish you could bounce on my lap when I was working, and I could take you over the back of the sofa while watching the game, and then fall asleep inside you. Everything feels better when I’m inside you.” My filthy words whispered in her ear made her groan. She arched her back against me and turned her head. My lips had only just found hers, my tongue pushing inside immediately, when a smell of burning hit the air.

“Blin! The pancakes. You sit down, you’re distracting me, and I told you I was a good cook… I have a reputation to uphold.”

I reluctantly pulled away and went to sit at the counter, fascinated with watching her, as she efficiently took off the burning pancake, poured more batter, made coffee, and cut up strawberries. The woman could multitask.

“I can cook too. I’ll have to make you dinner, and show you”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “Are you challenging me to a cook off?”

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