Page 48 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“No, it wasn’t,” he says, setting the tray down.
“No, it wasn’t,” I admit.
Anthony snorts and pours a bourbon for Joe, who takes the drink with one hand and puts his other arm around my shoulder.
“You’re a good man, Luca Stefano. This’ll work out. Just you wait.”
From his lips to God’s ears.
Soon after, Sherry, who used to be Rand’s professional assistant—now a member of the Wolfe Athletics board—shows up with a tray of sausage balls. Joe and Anthony take their drinks to the library, and she corners me in the kitchen.
She’s one of my favorite people in the world because she’ll give me shit without any consideration of who I am. I love it.
“I overheard from Rand that you’ve been taking Ford to the different charity functions this season. Finally, some forward movement,” she says, narrowing her eyes at me.
I throw up my hands. “Hey, don’t look at me. I’m not the one holding back. I’ve been crazy about the guy for a while now. I’m letting him take his time.”
She seems pleased with my admission but puts her hand on her hip.
“A little nudge wouldn’t have hurt.”
I grab one of the sausage balls from the tray, and—Madonna—it’s so fucking good that I swipe another. “What the fuck are you putting in these, lady?”
“Don’t change the subject,” she says, wagging her finger at me. “How are things going?”
I should be annoyed by how nosy everyone is, but I have a feeling it’s because they like the thought of the two of us together.
I run a hand through my hair, my cheeks warming as I relive the moment. “We kissed. I’m crazy about him.”
She gifts me a soft smile. “Good. You both deserve it. Now, don’t fuck it up,” she orders, putting her finger in my face before making her way to the library.
Slowly, everyone else arrives, and finally, the three billionaires walk in. Ford blushes as he looks over at me. I walk up to him while Mads and Rand join everyone else in the library, giving us privacy.
“Hey,” I take his hand, kissing it.
Why is my fucking heart beating so fast?
Oh, right, I’m fuckinggonefor this man.
Ford blushes, adorably demure. “Hey.”
He lets me pull him toward me, and I tip my face up to kiss his forehead. I caress his jaw, and he nuzzles into my hand, the gesture so sweet it takes my breath away.
After a moment, he steps into my embrace, kissing me on the lips.
Enchanted, I slide my arms around his back, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
After several long moments, we touch foreheads, smiling at each other.
“I missed you,” I say, feeling both weak in my knees and ready to take on all of Manhattan to make him feel safe.
“I missed you too.”
I hold out my hand. “You okay with this?”
He smiles softly as he takes my hand. “Yes.”
We walk hand-in-hand into the library, and thankfully our gathered friends let our tiny display of affection go without commentary, though Mads is silently beside himself. Anthony distracts him with a kiss.
