Her Mafia Bodyguard

“Admit it.” He rolls onto his side, facing me, and I have to remind myself to look him in the eye rather than drool over his ridiculous body. Even now, relaxed, stretched out on the bed with the sheet barely draped over his hip, he’s enough to turn me on all over again. I’m still sore, and I don’t think I’ll be able to do much walking today without wincing, but I’m ready to go again.

“Admit what?”

“You like my attitude. It gets you off, fighting with me.” He grins, and I realize he hardly ever did before now. I barely recognize him. He even looks younger, and is that a dimple in his left cheek?

“So what if it does? Are you going to pick fights with me as an aphrodisiac or something?” I raise an eyebrow, challenging him.

“I don’t need to fight with you to want to fuck you, Mia.” He takes a long, slow tour of my body with his eyes. “All I have to do is look at you.”

The low growl under his voice sends a shiver up my spine. “You’re looking at me now.” I don’t take my eyes off him while pulling the blanket away from my body.

He licks his lips. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?” Something tells me he doesn’t mind. I know I don’t.