Page 60 of Mafia and Gold Digger

I burst out laughing.

She gives a smile. “I just wish I’d thought to threaten something similar when he slapped my sister, Milena. At least I was able to keep that from happening again.”

And with that, Emerald walks past me and into the bedroom. “All yours.”

She moves to rifle through her bag as I stand in the doorway.

My eyes roam over every curve now on display as she bends.

Bobby Fischer, Alexander Alekhine, Anatoly Karpov,Magnus Carlsen.I chant the names of the greatest chess players in my head in an attempt to distract myself from my thoughts of Emerald.

Shaking my head, I walk over to turn on the water. And one cold shower later, I emerge to find Emerald sitting on the bed, dressed in sleep shorts and a tee, and flipping through the channels on the TV. I’m wearing boxers and my black T-shirt is thrown over my shoulder. I don’t say anything as I rub my hair with the towel, sitting down on the edge of the bed that I assume is now considered my side.

Her gaze is glued to some infomercial.

I lie back against the pillows, my arm tucked behind my head, closing my eyes to rest them. It’s been a long goddamn day, and I can feel the exhaustion weighing me down, but I’ll be damned if I fall asleep before her and give her the chance to skip out on me and get into more trouble.

I look over at her and see her watching me. There’s a look in her eyes and a subtle hitch in her breathing.

I reach over and roll her onto her back, trapping her beneath my body. My hand roaming her exposed calves, inching higher and higher.

She’s expecting me to carry on upward, but instead I haul her to her feet.

I drag her over to face the huge floor to ceiling windows which offers a beautiful view of the city around us. We’re only on the seventh floor, so we can see the people below who are still out enjoying the bars and restaurants at this late hour.

She’s so damn sexy.And the last taste of her I got started an addiction that I have to chase.

I grip her T-shirt and tug it over her head. I want her naked.Naked and writhing for my tongue.

“Saint, someone might see…”

“Let me take care of you, baby…” My lips chart a path over her throat.

“Saint,” she whimpers as I unhook her bra and lick over her perfect tits, swirling my tongue around her hard nipples.

She moans, and I nip her with my teeth while dragging her shorts down her legs.

“Those moans are all mine, understand?” I continue licking and kissing down her belly as I kneel on the floor in front of her.

Her head falls back, and I glance up at her. Her cheeks are flushed pink, her dark hair tumbles down her back, and her green eyes are on me as she grips my shoulders.

I press a kiss to her hip, then nip her again.

She whimpers. “Saint…”

I drag her thong down, smoothing my hands over her silky-soft thighs, then up to her bare ass, digging my fingers in.

Her eyes flit briefly to the full-length window in front of her.

“If you think that I’m going to settle for tasting you off my fingers again, you’re about to find out exactly how wrong you are,” I warn.

And those gorgeous green eyes return to me as I dip my head and lick over her bare mound, pressing a lingering kiss to her slit and aching to sink my tongue into that space.

“Spread wide open for me,” I command her.

Emerald looks me in the eye and slowly obeys, parting her thighs.

I give her a lick too soft to do anything but tease her, but she’s so wet that I taste her anyway.

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