Page 11 of Pregnant By the Mafia Boss

“It means ‘my dear.’”

“I remember.”

I stroke her hair, and she melts against me, the fear subsiding.

“I don’t get you,” she mutters. “I thought you hated me.”

“Why would you think that?”

“You’re always so angry.”

“That’s true. It doesn’t mean I hate you.”

She looks up at me. “Really? I was so sure.”

Her lips are only a couple of inches from mine. She must have kicked her pants off in her sleep because as the blankets slide loose, I get a glimpse of those curvy thighs of hers.

She’s wearing lacy panties, and my cock springs to life at the sight.

“I could never hate you,” I admit. “My original plan was to deal with things in Rome, come back, and take you out on a date somewhere.”

“Where would you have taken me?”

“Alinea.”

“What’s that?”

“My favorite place in Chicago. Three Michelin stars.”

“I’d have been happy with a burger and fries.”

There’s a rumble at the back of my throat. A laugh. How long has it been since I laughed? “Come to think of it, so would I. Cheaper, too.”

“So you’d pay? I knew there had to besomeperks.”

I smile. “I doubt you could afford haute cuisine on your salary.”

“Ouch.” She looks up at me again. “What are we doing here?”

“I don’t know.”

“Me neither.”

Her hands move to my shirt. “Get undressed,” she says, wrestling with my tie in the dark.

“You’re sure?”

“Before I change my mind.” Her fingers fumble at my shirt buttons. “I never forgot about last time. I still think about it. More than I should.”

I slip out of her arms long enough to get undressed. It takes mere moments.

This is insanity.

I should be watching outside, keeping her safe. But I can’t resist her any more than I could during my brother’s wedding.

When I climb back into the bed, I find her naked body waiting for me. She presses herself against me, her breath hot on my cheek.

“Kiss me,” she says. “Make me forget today.”

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