Page 120 of Urgent Vows
I fall into the kiss like I always do, my body molding to his. Sliding my hands inside his suit jacket, I revel in the feel of his hard muscles. He is the epitome of masculine perfection to me.
When the kiss ends, he has me wrapped tightly against him and we are both breathing heavily.
"You tempt me, wife, but there is more to see."
I force myself to pull away from him and take in the room around me. It is narrow and long just like the study and the library. I'm surprised that the family never moved the library so they could enlarge the study, which serves as my husband's home office. But this space is just right for me, a precious gift from my thoughtful husband.
"This is really my office?" I can't help asking.
He smiles. "Yes. Do you like it?"
There are Art Deco wooden cubbies that look like they have always been here on the back wall. However, they are set up similar to my cardboard boxes in the secret room. There aren't as many, but that is okay. There is still lots of space to add to my library of information.
I rush across the room and pull out one of the composition books as if the material inside might have disappeared. It's still there, of course.
Everything is still there, except the data about the syndicates.
A stack of brand-new composition books rests in the topmost right cubby. I run my fingers over them.
I turn and see that a state of the art laptop sits atop an Art Deco style desk with a feminine flair. "That's not mine."
"It is now. One of Domenico's guys transferred everything from your old laptop to this one. It doesn't have parental controls." Severu frowns.
"Francesco never acknowledged that I was an adult woman."
"Whereas I am thrilled you are exactly that." The way my husband looks at me is anything but childlike.
Blushing, I break my gaze away from the heated look in his eyes.
A few feet behind the desk, there is a table similar in size to the one in the secret room. A single violet tufted velvet straight-back chair is situated behind it. The desk chair is covered in the same dark shade of purple velvet, but it is on a wooden base with castors. Two armchairs in a lighter shade of lavender are set up as a conversational grouping in front of the desk.
"This room was my great-great-grandmother's office," Severu says. "But her son had it assigned to his underboss and the don's wife's office moved to the floor below. It has been that way ever since."
It's certainly not an underboss's office now. I can't imagine anyone loving this space as much as I do.
Bookcases line the wall to my right and some of them are already filled. With the books from my bedroom. My heart skips a beat and relief washes over me. They're all here.
There is a painting of a woman wearing a glamourous 1920s style evening gown leaning on a grand piano just like the one in the living room. She looks a little like me. Where did my husband find this piece of art?
He notices me staring at the painting.
"That is my great-grandmother. This was her office originally. I thought you would like having her portrait in here."
"I do." I love it, actually. "I'm surprised you had time to create this room for me. It's perfect."
Maybe he had Aria oversee the transformation.
"You were worth the time." He moves to take me in his arms again. "Do you like it? Did I get it right?"
I can't believe he's asking. "It's beautiful." I smile so hard my cheeks hurt. "You thought of everything."
"Good. Miceli thought I should let Mamma help, but it ismywedding gift to you," he says with his usual possessiveness.
"It means a lot to me that you did it," I assure him.
I don't know which of us initiates the kiss, but I'm lost in the pleasure of my husband's lips for long minutes. I'm starting to wonder what sex on top of a desk would be like when Severu pulls away. This time he steps back like I present too great a temptation.
"There is one last thing I want to show you."
