Page 9 of The Mafia Man's Baby Deal
He gripped her chin, tilted her head back, and then kissed her.
“I know.There is a lot I didn’t have to do, but I’m going to take care of you, and my wife doesn’t get to feel the cold.”
She couldn’t argue, because that was really sweet.He was willing to take the cold, only allowing her to step beneath the spray of the water once it had warmed up.
“Did you sleep well?”he asked, reaching for the soap.
The moment his hands touched her body, all logical thought left her.She didn’t know what he had said because his hands felt so good as he used them as a sponge, soaping down her body.
“Uh, yeah, I did.”She finally managed to get a response, as he ran his hands all over her.It felt so good.
“Did you?”she asked.
“The best.”His lips were at her neck, and she closed her eyes, biting into her bottom lip in the hope of trying to gain some focus.She felt so ...hot, so warm.
But Mateo didn’t go any further.He washed her body, lathered her hair with shampoo and conditioner, and then it was her turn to take care of him, which she did.Exploring his body, marveling at all of his ink.
“Did any of this hurt you?”she asked.
“Some of it was not comfortable.”
“You like getting it done, though.”
“I do.”
She smiled.“I’m terrified of needles.There is no way I could do anything like that or have anything like that.”
“You’d be surprised at what your body can take.”
He stepped out of the shower, turning off the water.Ella reached for a towel, but he was there, helping to dry her.She loved the attention he gave.She couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted to have sex with her again, but he dried her body and they made their way into the bedroom.He took her to the closet and helped her get dressed.
She wore a plain olive-green shirtdress, with matching tights and black boots.Mateo got dressed in his usual pants, crisp shirt, and jacket.He always looked in control, and that hadn’t stopped.He was a man who knew what he wanted.
Ella wondered if she had gotten in way over her head.
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Mateo did not needto be at every one of his businesses.He had everything in place to get weekly updates, and no one would dare turn traitor on him.In the last fifteen years, he had taken care of many traitors and snitches.All of them ended up dead.It had been a long time since anyone had dared.
Now, as he looked out his office window in his country home, seeing Ella walk the gardens, he was grateful and a little annoyed that his presence wasn’t needed far away from her.
She had been a virgin, and he couldn’t get the memory of her tears out of his head, as he claimed her virginity.He didn’t want to hurt her.It was strange, because causing pain to anyone had never bothered him.He had killed a lot of people, both men and women, without batting an eye.Hurting Ella felt fucking soul-destroying.
He had come to his country home in the hope of distracting her.He had taken her on a tour of the whole house when they first arrived, nearly a week ago now.They shared a bedroom, because he simply would not sleep without her in his arms.
Mateo made sure he went to bed long after she had fallen asleep.He didn’t want to risk waking her up and having the temptation of fucking her.Never had he felt like such a fucking coward.
Watching her now, she looked so beautiful in one of the many skirts she now owned, and a thick, wooly sweater.He had made sure she had everything she needed, taking her shopping one day.Ella didn’t want to spend money, but he had an abundance of it.She was not like a lot of women.
He forced himself to step away from the window and face his study.In the last week, he had spent a lot of time here.Being the head of the mafia, he had a lot to keep on top of.Admittedly, he had changed the mafia by killing most of its leading members.
No one dared question his wife’s identity.He could just imagine his father rolling in his grave because of what he had done—marrying a “nobody.”In the mafia, marriages were business contracts.Only those most profitable were made.There was no wealth or power promised with him and Ella.They had a mutual agreement.
The temptation to turn around and look at his wife was so damn strong.Instead, he forced himself out of his office.He intended to go to the kitchen to find out if Lewis had finished with lunch.Only, that is not where he found himself.
He didn’t know how it happened, but he was standing outside on the back patio, less than ten feet away from his wife.Ella had turned toward him with a smile on her lips.
“You decided to stop hiding in your office?”Ella asked.
