Page 54 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“I know you’ll always protect me.”
“With my life,” he says, tightening his grip on my hand.
“Then, yes, take me to your mobster ball.”
He tilts his head back and laughs.
“Rogues’ Masquerade,” he says, kissing the back of my hand as he rises.
“Wait.” I stand with him, needing…just…needing.
“Yes?”
I check the area. Mr. Sterling is beating Kej at a game of checkers. Families are milling about. Nobody’s paying attention to us.
“Um. I wanted to…”
I stumble forward around the table and grab his lapels. “Sorry. I’m totally awkward.”
“Mm. Maybe I like you a little awkward.”
“Oh, thank God.”
He chuckles, and I rock back on my heels, then—fuck it—kiss him in front of all of New York. I draw back, smile-grimacing.
“Was that…is that okay?”
Luca wraps his arms around me and comes in for another breath-stealing kiss. Unable to help myself, I kick up my leg.
He pulls away, touching his forehead to mine. “It was more than okay, little bird. Your kisses drive me crazy.”
I snuggle into him and am distracted by the sound of clapping. Peeking around him, I find Kej and Mr. Sterling cheering us on.
My forehead falls to his shoulder. “Mr. Sterling is never going to let me live this down.”
Luca kisses along my jaw. “Let them talk.”
I shake my head. “I wish I didn’t feel so…inexperienced.”
“We all had to start somewhere.”
Yeah, well, where I startedsucked.
I keep that to myself and give him another peck on the lips.
“Oh,” he says, laying small kisses along my cheek, “Dylan called to tell me about his email date. I said it was cute, and he grumbled and said you said the same thing.”
“But it is cute!”
“He also said he could tell we’d ‘kissed or whatever’ because you looked so happy. And that he’s adding some foreign investments to my portfolio.”
I scowl. “He’s better at numbers than I am. Bastard’s portfolio is already over a million dollars, and he’s been doing this less than six months.”
Luca laughs so hard that Kej looks over at us, grinning.
“I’m sorry that I can’t stay and bemoan the fact that my nephew—who I was right about, by the way—is a financial genius. But I’ll see you soon,” he says, kissing the back of my hand.
“Okay,” I say, feeling incredibly shy. “See you.”
