Underboss (With Me in Seattle Mafia 1)

“He’s a baby. Worse than Alex,” she says as an afterthought. “I would keep an apartment here in a heartbeat, but it’s not possible because of the family drama. The Sergis don’t trust us, and we don’t trust them either, truth be told. But once a year, I do come shopping. I send Mick an email, and he always replies cordially, giving me a four-day pass to spend some time here. It’s the best four days of my year.”

“This is still a free country, Nadia.”

She turns sad, blue eyes up at me. “Come on, Carmine. You know that isn’t true for people like us. Never has been. Men who claim to love us dictate our lives, but they wouldn’t hesitate to use us for personal gain if they saw the need arise. It’s a game we play every damn day of our lives.”

She eats more of her dessert.

“But you know what? I don’t want to talk about that.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t want to chat at all. I want to lick what’s left of this crème brûlée off your penis.”

My eyebrows climb at the suggestion. “I’m not saying no.”

“I didn’t think you would.”

Chapter 7

~Nadia~

I wake up in the center of maybe the biggest bed on Earth, all of the blankets rumpled and in a pile in the middle, with me draped around them like the big spoon.

Carmine, however, is nowhere to be found.

I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. I’m sure I have mascara shadows under my lashes because I didn’t bother washing my face before Carmine carried me in here and had his way with me.

I grin and stand, feeling the pull of tender muscles. The soreness feels good, though, not at all like it did as I recovered from the attack. I feel good and sexed.

I pad naked into the living space to see if Carmine is reading the news on his iPad, but he’s not out here, either. So, I walk into the half-bath in the hall, use the restroom, and then find the white robe on the floor where Carmine let it fall, wrapping it around myself.

I journey back through the bedroom to the master bath and lean on the doorjamb with a grin.

Lounging in the white porcelain soaking tub is Carmine, up to his neck in sudsy water. He’s laid his head back, and his eyes are closed.

I cross to him and let my robe fall to the floor.

“Don’t you smell nice?” I murmur. He opens his eyes. They immediately warm, then travel the length of me. “Looks like there’s room for two.”

“Why don’t we find out?”

I grin and climb into the hot water, straddling his hips and rubbing myself against him playfully. “I didn’t peg you as a bath guy.”

“It feels good to soak now and then.”

I sniff the air. “Is that rose oil, I smell?”

“What’s wrong with a little rose oil?”

I lean over to bite his neck. “Like I said yesterday, you’re just a little high-maintenance.”

“I like luxurious things,” he says, but his voice doesn’t sound defensive. He’s simply stating a fact. “Whether that’s a private jet or a soak in a tub the size of Manhattan, it doesn’t matter.”

I push my wet hand through his hair. “I just like to give you shit.”

“If you keep rubbing yourself on me like that, I’ll give you something, too.”

“Oh?” I cock an eyebrow and grind on him. “Like this?”

“You’re a vixen,” he mutters. “And it would take a saint to resist you.”

“I have it on good authority that you’re no saint.”

He laughs and glides his hands up my thighs to my waist and then around to my ass, cupping the globes and lifting me gently so he can urge his cock inside of me.

“No condom,” he growls.

“Still on the pill.” My voice is raspy. The water sloshes around us as I start to move. God, I love this position. The head of his dick glides perfectly over my most sensitive places, sending thrilling shockwaves through me.

I never last long when I ride him, and with the water caressing my ass, my sides, and my lower back, I come faster than ever, crying out with each wave that hits me.

“Again,” he orders. “Look at me.”

His brown eyes are hot as he works me harder and faster. He’s sitting up now, guiding me, pushing me until we both succumb to a climax that has us shivering and panting.

“Well, okay then.” I swallow hard. “Good morning.”

“Yes, it is.” He nuzzles my breasts, then leans back against the tub once more. “What shall we do today?”

“Are you kidding me? I’m in New York. I want to go shopping.”

His grin is wide and full of humor.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

I stand and carefully step out of the tub. I don’t want to fall on my ass, and we spilled a lot of water during our fun time.