Page 30 of Abducted By the Mafia Don
“Oh...” Taggie presses her lips together.
“What is it?” I toy with Taggie’s curls.
“I think I know what it is! The book, that is,” she explains.
I nod. “Would you like it?”
“Felicity says it’s a first edition of the book that first got her into reading historical romance, and has a scene where they think two side characters have scandalously run off to Gretna Green in Scotland to be married.”
“I see.” But I don’t. Obviously, I don’t.
“I think it’s a first edition of Pride and Prejudice!” Her eyes sparkle and the excitement buzzes out of her. “How amazing is that!”
“Very,” I reply seriously.
She continues listening as Felicity finishes up, and the bidding begins.
I know what I’m going to do this time. What my love wants, she gets.
It costs me the amount of money people usually spend on a house to have that book—it turns out to be a set of three books—handed to Taggie when she jogs up to the stage in that gorgeous dress. But when she sits back down on my lap without checking with me, as though this is just how we do things and we’re the kind of in love that means I’m her chair whenever she needs and I can kiss her neck as she unwraps the books I won and bought for her, I have never been happier.
I feel like a lion bringing an antelope to his lioness.
Her glee when she finds her guess was correct is better than any lucrative deal I’ve done. The way she reverently flicks the pagesmakes my heart light.
I love her with everything in me, so spending money on her feels right.
The following book is a copy of Lina’s debut, and Taggie is so excited to find that her new friend is a romance author that I buy that for her too.
“This book is responsible for the best blow job I’ve ever had.” Lambeth’s voice cuts through our curiosity about Lina’s book with his announcement of the next lot.
“Really?” someone calls.
“I said what I said.” Lambeth grins unrepentantly and winks at his wife, Jessa.
“Moisture damage isn’t acceptable in books you’re giving away,” Westminster says wryly.
“Did he stick his cock in it?” shouts a voice from the back of the room.
Lambeth laughs good-naturedly. “Okay, correction. This bookinspiredthe best blow job I’ve ever had.”
Taggie giggles and blushes, catching my eye.
There’s fierce bidding, mainly from the mafia wives, but also from a few of the men.
“You’re not going to bid?” she says as Willow announces the end of the auction, and I stay silent.
I raise my eyebrows. “That would be for my pleasure.”
She looks even more confused.
“Little bambola.” I stroke her cheek. “I am all about your satisfaction. Every day, in every way.”
The next book is an exclusive advance copy of a fantasy series, that isn’t even a proper book but rather printed pages because it isn’t published yet. Taggie listens with interest, but I don’t get the impression she’s as desperate as many of the other book-girl wives, who are exchanging passionate theories when they hear it’s the long-awaited finale to books that have been adapted for television.
“Do you want this one?” I ask softly, as the pitch ends.
“No.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t like the ending of the television series. I’m not convinced the books will be better.”
