Page 87 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
Joe grins. “Wait. So are we actually dating?”
“Unless you want to disappoint Sherry,” I joke, trying to hide the huge grin that threatens to split my face in two.
“Well, no. Of course not.” His smirk only lasts for a second before his face turns somber. “It’s just…you deserve everything. I love spending time with you, but I hate that you have to live a smaller life because I’ve got this big dangerous thing in my world.”
I flick his forehead, stealing another one of his moves. “It’s a dangerous thing in our world. And what if I’ve been living a smaller life this whole time? Going from my uber-exclusive penthouse to my private elevator to my secret passageway to the executive suite, bypassing the entire world. What if an ex-mobster is exactly what I needed?”
He tugs at the hem of my shirt. “I was never officially a mobster to begin with.”
“Eh, agree to disagree. You scared the shit out of my father, and that is hard to do. And I swear, that guy in the park was bound and determined to drag you back to Brooklyn, and you broke his arm with your bare hands.”
He shrugs. “I didn’t break his arm. I just violently ripped his shoulder out of its socket.”
I laugh, probably a little harder than I should. “Oh, just a torn rotator cuff then. I’m sure he’ll just be in a brace for the next six months.”
“Sounds like you’ve got a hard-on for the guy who tried to kidnap me.”
“Nuh-uh. Fuck him for trying to take you away from me.” I pull him close to me. “Mine.”
He snorts. “Yep, that’s me. Some billionaire’s boy-toy.”
“Ouch. Take that back,” I say, smacking his chest. “My boy-toys were always paid. You fuck me for free, remember?”
He laughs. “Okay, I’m sorry. Boyfriend, not boy-toy. Even if you did go and spend way too much money on my wardrobe.”
“We’re not getting into that again. Besides, this was an amazing day for Wolfe Athletics and a really good day for the people who work there, and you’re the one who made that happen, and we should celebrate.”
“Can we celebrate by holding each other on the couch for a while longer?”
“Can I get a hand job out of it?”
He leans in and kisses me deeply. “Mm. I can arrange that.”
