Page 37 of Wicked Mafia Mistake
“I want to and I don't know how long I can control myself but I have to protect you first.” His dark, husky voice moves over my senses like rolling smoke across warm silk. Smooth, flowing and the most erotic sound I’ve heard.
The pulsing between my legs deepens.
He steps back and taps the contract. “Please continue,tesoro.This is important.”
I flip to page two, mostly to give my body time to cool down. The sounds of the evening, the smells of the candle and the feel of his body warmth caressing mine all bury themselves in my memory.
"Clause seven. I'm required to reside in your penthouse for the duration of the contract."
"Naturally as husband and wife."
"Your penthouse has one bedroom."
"It has three."
"And which one would be mine?"
He leans his impressive weight forward on my counter, both hands flat on the marble, and the movement pulls his shirt tight across his shoulders, the fabric straining against muscle. His calculating eyes hold mine with a patience that shouldn't be legal on a man this dangerous.
"That depends entirely on you. Do you want to sleep in the room I turned into a gym? The cold spare room? Or in my arms ashusband and wife with all the benefits?" he offers in a deep voice that drips with a none too subtle invitation.
There isn’t a part of my body that doesn’t hit two thousand degrees with that visual in my head.
Oh, fuck me.
No, Sloane. Focus. Read the fine print. You are a business owner. You have a boutique. You understand contracts. Do not get distracted by the fringe benefits.
I clear my throat. "Clause nine." My voice comes out steadier than it has any right to. "Exclusivity. No outside romantic relationships for either party during the contract period."
His shoulder lifts. "Standard provision."
"For a marriage of convenience?"
"For any arrangement involving my ring on your finger. I’m the only one who gets to taste you, kiss you and make you howl at the moon." The humor glittering in his eyes has my lips tipping up in a smile.
“Touché.” I purse my lips. "But your ring isn't on my finger yet."
"Yet."
He says it like it's already done. Like the ink is dry and the ceremony is scheduled and my name is already Santoro.
"Keep reading so we can get to the signing part."
I throw a hand up. “Hold up. I want to hear you say it too.”
Arrogance rolls over his handsome expression. “That my body will only belong to you and you will be the only one pleasuringme for the duration of the contract.” As he speaks he’s moving back to my side of the counter.
“Yes.”
He steps in front of me. He tilts my face with the edge of a finger and I don’t fight his gentle instructions. Claiming lips fall over mine and my thoughts fade. I arch into him, rising to the tips of my toes. I pull back, breaking our kiss. Our eyes connect just before I trail my lips along his jawline. Between us, his shaft grows thick.
“You want to hear I want you. That I need to have another taste of the forbidden Cinderella.”
He is not truly asking me so I wait for him to answer.
“Sloane Whitmore, I don’t know how I never stole you away from your castle long before now. I was blind, but I can finally see the princess in front of me and I am a hungry man.”
I hope to God he means those words because my heart absorbs every single one and locks them in a safe.
