Page 16 of The Mobster’s Secret

Even last night while I was conducting business, I couldn’t get my mind off her.

I’m captivated.

Once the taillights of the truck disappear into the night, she turns back to me. Looking down at her, I can taste her pussy on my tongue. I can see her body twitching as I made her orgasm.

You want more of that, don’t you, princess?

Here she is. My princess. My future queen.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” she asks.

All I can do is smile down at her now. I can’t help myself. “Thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

I lift her suitcase and start walking to the house. “Sure it was.” I smirk.

“Hey, I’m in this mess because of you!” she snaps, scurrying up beside me. “If I’d have known who you were—”

“You knew who I was,” I bark. “And you took the money, so stop acting so innocent.”

I nod my head down at the briefcase she’s holding in her right hand, and she stops dead in her tracks. Eyes fixed on me, she tosses the case to the ground. The look on her face is so defiant she might as well have stuck her tongue out too.

Of course the first woman in years that I fall for is as independent as I am.

“Take the money back then,” she says.

It’s never going to be easy with Willow, but that’s what has my blood pumping. I can see our future, sparks flying, flames roaring, and unbridled desire bouncing off every room of the house.

Leaving the briefcase on the lawn, I take Willow by the hand and lead her inside. Just the feel of her soft skin against mine gets my cock swelling. I’m instantly reminded of every single touch of her I had last night.

I can’t help but laugh at the thought of all the other bosses in New York, showing up in public with their trophy wives who don’t even like them and are doing it all for the money. And then there’s Willow, who just dumped eighty grand on the lawn like she couldn’t care less.

Despite her defiance, Willow can’t stop her eyes from going wide when she steps across the threshold into my house.

She looks up at the wood-paneled ceilings, the chandeliers, and the portraits and landscapes that adorn the walls, amounting to a fortune most people will never know. Then she looks down at the imported marble floor and Persian rugs and makes a quiet smacking sound with her lips.

But in spite of all the opulence surrounding her, Willow’s beauty outshines it all.

“Come on,” I tell her. “I’ll show you to your room.”

“Really? The boss? Doing such a menial task?”

She’s taunting me again. Little does she know that if any man tried that tone with me, he’d be leaving in an ambulance. I even catch a few of my men shooting glances my way as I lead her up the stairs to the second floor.

“Keeping you safe is not a menial task, Willow.”

Her scent sweeps into my nostrils again, stoking the fire already blazing within me.

God help me. I’m losing control.

“You’re a sweet talker,” she scoffs.

I want to just show her to my room and keep her there, but I don’t want to scare her away. She must already be hesitant about all this—being thrown out of her apartment and brought here. This isn’t a world she knows, and it’s going to take time for her to get used to it.

I’m already used to it. And honestly, that’s kind of scary.

Just one day ago, I was living by my no-women creed. And now I can picture a future where I’m fully settled down with Willow.