Page 34 of Mafia Savior


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We sit cross-legged on the thick furry rug in my living room, spreading the pieces over the glass coffee table. I put on some soft music, a playlist of easy listening more suited for a couple of ninety-year-olds, but hey—we’re doing a freaking puzzle. I figure they go together.

The music, the choice of entertainment…

They’re not working.

I’m still crazy-turned-on by her.

As she studies the pieces, she twirls the end of a long lock of hair around her finger. Bites her lip. She’s so sexy. Totally distracting.

And she’s not even trying.

I have to taste those lips. I lean forward. “Can I steal a kiss?”

A naughty look flashes over her face. “You want my kiss?”

“Yes.”

She tosses my words from last night back in my face. “Beg for it.”

She’s often shy, so her flirty words surprise me. And sends blood flowing through my lap. “You don’t know who you’re messing with.” I grab her around the waist.

She giggles as I pin her across my lap. “What are you doing?”

My palm makes contact with her soft curves. “Showing you who’s in charge.”

“Let me go!” She wiggles her hips, squirming against me. She wants more.

I spank her again. “Say please.”

“Please!” She giggles.

I give her ass one more good hard smack before letting her up.

She stares up at me with hungry eyes, her cheeks flushed, her hair all mussed up and sexy. “You can kiss me now.”

“That’s what I thought.” I press my lips against hers, getting lost in her sweet lips. My cock rises in my sweats, demanding to break free.

I force myself to pull away. “You know what goes with puzzles?”

She bats her lashes at me. Gives me an innocent look. Then says…

“Sex?”

I groan. This girl is not helping me keep myself under control. Not at all.

“No.” I think of the Cookies n’ Cream I have in the freezer. “Do you like ice cream?”

She looks at me like I’m crazy. “Who doesn’t like ice cream? Is there anyone?”

“Not that I’m friends with. I’ll be right back.” I go downstairs, hoping the ice-cold treat will cool off my heated blood.

But as I scoop, all I think about is her.

As long as she’s under my roof, she’s going to have everything she needs. Scratch that. She’s going to have everything she wants. Anything she wants. She’s going to have everything her little heart desires.

As long as she’s here, she’s going to be treated like a Beauty.

My Beauty.

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