Page 114 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
He nods, his grin reaching Cheshire cat proportions. “Fuck yeah. I’ve got bragging rights.”
I crawl on top of him, kissing his nose, then his lips. “You’re not the only one with bragging rights. I’ve got my very own mobster who will fuck up anyone who even looks at me sideways.”
He grins, thoughtful. “I might not be much of a mobster by the end of this.”
“You still running the city’s most elite escort service?”
“You know it.”
“That’s racketeering, baby. It totally counts,” I crow, going in for another kiss.
He pulls away and fixes me with a terrible excuse for a glare. “Who knew the virgin had such a kink for mobsters?”
I roll my hips, nudging his hard-on. “Oh, baby. You deflowered me a long time ago.”
His hands come back up to hold me in place as he kisses me stupid. “You bet your ass I did.”
29
LUCA
“How didthey get this done so quickly?” I ask, wandering with Ford through the newly renovated space.
We were able to stay in my apartment for most of the renovation, but when they knocked down the wall between the two apartments, we stayed with Gio and Darnell for a month while they completed the work.
“Look, I know you’re a mobster. But I am a billionaire. With a B,” he reminds me. “I can pay for both qualityandspeed.”
I roll my eyes and pull him in for a kiss that quickly turns into more. Thankfully I’m able to wipe the cum from Ford’s chin before the contractor comes in for the final walkthrough.
Unlike Rand and Joe and Anthony and Mads, who have broad open spaces, Ford and I enjoy a mix of open and cozier options with lots of great lighting. We did have to expand the library since our poker night attendance has grown.
It’s especially lucky because a few weeks later, Hughes knocks on our door, holding a daisy in his hand.
“Hey, Hughes,” I greet, ushering him inside.
“Hey, Stefano,” he says, hesitating before joining me in the foyer. “Do you have any idea where my cell phone is?”
I let out a sigh. The boundary lessons with Hopper are still a little hit or miss.
“Hop! Come over here.”
Hopper comes bounding out of the library. “Liam! I’m so glad you came!”
He opens his arms to give Liam a hug, then looks at me and drops them back to his side.
Small victories, I guess.
“Did you break into Liam’s place again?”
Hopper has the wherewithal to look sheepish, swaying as he clasps his hands behind his back.
“Hey, mobster boyfriend, what’s the delay?” Ford asks, joining us in the foyer. “Oh, Liam, to what do we owe this lovely surprise?”
Liam wordlessly holds up the daisy, and Ford drops his head.
“Hop?”
“Sorry,” Hop says, not sounding the least bit acquainted with that sentiment. “I knew he wouldn’t come if we just invited him.”
