Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
My heavy eyelids fluttered open, watching his stupidly gorgeous face as he pushed me off that edge, and sent me crashing again.
“Fuck,” Cosimo hissed, thrusting faster, then settling deep as he came, his gaze on mine the whole time.
I knew that maybe for some, it wasn’t a big deal.
But, it seemed, for Cosimo, orgasms with eye contact were a huge deal.
“Oh, God,” I groaned after the haze slipped away again, my gaze moving around the apartment behind Cosimo.
“What?” he asked, slowly lowering me down to my own feet.
“I hope she doesn’t have any cameras or anything in here,” I said, my cheeks feeling warm.
“We’ll have to tell her to erase the footage without watching it,” Cosimo said, smirk wicked.
“We are not telling her that. She can’t know we just did this in her apartment.”
“We can offer the penthouse to her and her boyfriend anytime they want it,” he offered as he walked toward the kitchen, finding the garbage, and getting rid of the condom.
He tucked himself away, then pulled out the bag, bringing it over to the door. Where I was still standing. Stark naked. Something he appreciated as his gaze moved lazily over me.
“She doesn’t have a boyfriend,” I said.
“A solo mission then,” he teased, in a better mood than I was used to seeing him in.
“We can’t invite my best friend to come to your penthouse and masturbate,” I said, loving the way his smile stretched wide enough to make his eyes crinkle. That was a first.
“Our,” he said.
“What?” I asked, starting to move back toward the couch to grab my clothes.
“Our penthouse,” he said.
“It’s definitely not mine,” I said, rolling my eyes at him over my shoulder.
“You’re going to be living there indefinitely, so I think you can start calling it that,” he said, landing a slap to my ass as I bent down to fetch my panties.
“About that,” I said, ignoring the way my insatiable body sizzled a little at that slap.
“About what?” he asked, tensing.
“I can’t be there indefinitely. As in all day and all night forever,” I told him. “I have a life. A family business. I can’t stay locked away in the penthouse.”
He looked irritated at that, but tamped it down.
“We’ll… figure that out,” he said. “Maybe not tomorrow or the next day, but I’ll get on it.”
“Okay,” I agreed, finished putting my clothes on, and walking toward him, pressing my hands into his chest. “Thank you,” I said, leaning up, and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
The look on his face at that was freaking priceless.
Kind of confusion mixed with shock and just a small bit of something akin to bashfulness.
Oh, it was going to be fun to see him soften a little.
Even if it was only for me.
But first, I had to do some damage control.
“Okay. I need to go and explain all of this to Lauren,” I said.
“You haven’t told her anything?” he asked.
“And how would I do that when you wouldn’t let me go get my phone?” I shot back, giving him a raised brow look.
“Touché,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist as he led me to the door, pausing only to grab the garbage bag that he tossed down the chute in the hall before we took the elevator down. “We can take a trip there tomorrow,” he offered. “Grab any of the shit you want. Everything else can be thrown on the curb,” he told me.
“Ah, no,” I said, shooting him a scrunched brow look. “I’m not getting rid of anything. Just in case.”
“In case, what? In case we don’t work out? Sorry to break it to you, baby, but you’re fucking stuck with me now,” he told me as the elevator met the lobby. “No one gets to see a softer side of me and lives. So, since I can’t kill you, you’re just gonna have to put up with me. Forever.”
If this was him starting to try, well, I was starting to think that maybe forever with him wouldn’t be so bad.
“Sorry, guys,” I said, wincing when I saw my guards from that morning standing outside. “I didn’t get you in a ton of trouble, did I?
“They got lucky that you are safe,” Cosimo said, using his big-scary-mafia-capo voice. It was absurd how attractive I found it.
There was a man I didn’t know standing near the car. Tall, dark, handsome, but with a hard gaze that reminded me a bit of Cosimo.
“This is Silvano,” Cosimo said, gesturing toward him. “My brother,” he added. “Sil, this is Halle.”
“You’re the reason my ma is going to be on my ass from now until eternity, huh?” he asked, sighing hard as he shook his head, then climbed into the driver’s seat.
“I’d say he grows on you,” Cosimo said. “But I’d be lying. Come on, you in the middle,” he said, holding the door open for me.