Page 69 of Mafia King's Secret Baby

Caterina is talking about seeing me without my clothes on.

And, she liked it.

She giggles, a scarlet blush coloring her cheeks in such a pretty way, it makes my cock twitch. “Okay, well, since I’ve already made this awkward, I have to ask. How do you get your chest hair to look… like that?”

“Like what, Caterina?” I purr.

I want to know what she sees when she looks at me.

“You know. Like um… so… well okay it looks good.” She throws up her hands in frustration.

I huff a soft laugh. “You wish to know about how I groom myself?”

“Yes. No. Oh my god.” She puts her head in her hands. “No. I don’t want to know.”

“Why don’t you see for yourself,” I whisper.

Before I can stop myself with my own thoughts, I untuck my shirt. I unbutton it quickly, relishing Caterina’s eyes as they linger on my fingers.

When I take the dress shirt off, she sucks in a breath quickly.

“What do you think, Caterina?” My voice is barely a whisper.

“Um. I… Um…” she mumbles.

I step closer. “I think for an inspection, you may require a little closer look.”

I’m not even sure what I’m saying. My words don’t make sense, and I’m sure if I had not been more than a little drunk, I would never have said them.

But, as it were, I am drunk.

And I just want Caterina to touch me.

“Oh. Well. I guess,” she whispers. She tucks closer to me, her eyes level with my chest. Glancing up, I can see that her pupils are large, and her perfect mouth is rounded in a little ‘o’ of surprise.

I want to kiss her.

“Don’t you need to touch me, to complete your research?”

The words feel like I’ve released a tiger into the world.

Caterina’s fingers come up like she’s in a daze. Slowly, she grazes the tips of her fingers over my forearms, my biceps. Her touch isdelicate, like a butterfly wing, but it lights a fire along my skin as it goes.

I swear in Italian under my breath.

Caterina’s so close I can feel her little breaths on my skin. Her hands flatten, her palms running over my chest, and she looks up again.

She licks her lips.

I growl. “Caterina, I…”

“Elio!” I hear my sister shout.

The noise has an effect like shattering glass.

Caterina and I step back like we’ve been pulled apart by threads.

I stare at her, my chest heaving. Her eyes roam everywhere, stopping at my bare chest before traveling back up to my face.