Underboss (With Me in Seattle Mafia 1)

“I like flirting with you.” She moves to me and brushes my hands out of the way so she can unbutton my shirt. “I like being with you.”

“You set the rules hard and fast from the beginning of this, Nadia. No sex. I’ve upheld my end of that bargain.”

“I know.” There’s no flirtation in her voice now as her eyes find mine. “And I also know that it’s unfair and just plain ridiculous to muddy the waters. To change the rules.”

“But I have a feeling you’re going to do just that.”

“We’re good together,” she says at last. “I thought I could turn that piece off. That I could ignore it. But damn it, the truth is, we are good together. And we’ll be working together for God knows how long.”

“Are you saying that you want to reintroduce sex into our dynamic?”

“Well, that just sounds like a business merger.” She rises onto her tiptoes and barely skims her lips over mine. “And there’s nothing sexy about a business merger. What you and I do to each other is fucking sexy, Carmine.”

I sigh, wanting nothing more in this moment than her. And in about six seconds, I’m going to have her.

But we need to get something straight first.

“There’s no pretense here, Nadia. No act.”

“It’s just you and me, who we really are, enjoying each other, Carmine. I know that.”

“Good.”

I don’t waste any time. I lift her against me and hurry to the bedroom. “If anything hurts—”

“Trust me, this doesn’t hurt.”

I grin and set her on her feet next to the bed. “Leave the shoes on.”

Her eyes are full of pure female satisfaction as she reaches behind her and unzips the dress, letting it pool around her ankles.

“Leave the necklace on, too.”

“Any other requests?”

I laugh and urge her back onto the bed. “No. Let me do the rest.” I take her right foot in my hand and kiss her ankle bone, right above the shoe. “Do you have any idea what these fucking shoes do to me?”

“Why do you think I wear them?”

She leans back on her hands, watching me as I kiss up her leg, then spread her wide and lick a wet trail from her inner thigh to the pink lips of her glistening pussy.

“You were always good at this.”

She sighs and lays back on the mountain of pillows as I take her on the ride of her life—all with my mouth. I lick and suck, then lick some more. I vary the pressure and speed, and when I push two fingers inside of her, she comes apart spectacularly.

“Good girl,” I murmur as I kiss up her flat stomach to her breasts. “I love your tits. You know that, right?”

“They never grew in.”

“Excuse me?”

She laughs and brushes her hand through my hair. “When I was young, I was desperate for them to grow so boys would notice me. Much to my dismay, they stayed small.”

“I see zero things wrong with these.” I brush my tongue over a hard peek and then kiss her neck passionately.

I fumble in the bedside drawer, find a little packet, and make quick work of protecting us. But before I can slide home, she pushes me onto my back and straddles my hips.

She always loved this position the best, and she’ll get no complaints from me.

She rides me hard and fast and reaches back to cup my already-tight balls.

“Fuck, Nadia.”

“Yes, fuck Nadia,” she agrees and clenches her core around me.

I don’t want to come yet, so I grip her hips in my hands, lift her, then shift our position so I’m behind her. Then, I push back inside. Her round ass is in the air, and I give it a loud smack as I fuck her from behind.

“God, Carmine.” She clenches the bedsheets in her fists and pushes back against me. “Yes.”

Three more hard thrusts are all it takes to have us both coming apart at the seams, crying out in ecstasy.

* * *

“Oh, God, I love this.”

She’s wearing a white hotel robe and nothing else, and we’re sitting on the terrace, a large tray of food on the table between us as she eats her weight in shrimp cocktail.

“I mean, just look at the lights.”

The New York lights are stunning. We’re not far from the World Trade Center memorial and can even see the lights of it from here.

“It’s a beautiful place,” I agree and reach for a taco. Tacos aren’t on the menu, but they made them for me tonight. “If you love it here so much, why don’t you live here?”

“Because I’m a Tarenkov,” she reminds me. “There’s no way the Sergis would allow that. Especially Billy. That little worm.”

She sips her chocolate shake and scowls.

“He did seem a bit angry with you today.”

She laughs at that and then switches from her shrimp to the dessert she ordered: crème brûlée.