Page 114 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

Playing tourist with Sal is… fun.

More than just fun. It’s addicting.

And I know I’m not the only one who thinks so.

The first castle that we stay at has a name with more consonants than should exist in a sentence together, but Sal rented out the whole thing, so we have it to ourselves.

He shows me inside, and then when the staff close the doors, he winks. “Your palace, my queen.”

I laugh. “Okay, laying it on a little thick?”

“I don’t know. I think it fits you. You’ve never been a princess or a damsel in distress, Gia. You’ve always been my queen.”

The emphasis on the word my feels like it lingers…

But instead of freaking out, I let it soak in.

Maybe I am Sal’s queen.

That doesn’t feel… terrible.

He gestures to the stairs. “This way, my lady.”

I laugh. “Thank you, good sir.”

“Good sir?” he teases me as we walk up the tiny winding staircase.

“Okay I don’t know how people talked back in the day!”

“Good sir makes me feel like your butler.”

There’s a small chamber at the top of the stairs that opens up into a landing. Two massive doors, covered in wood and iron details, seal the room beyond.

I pause. “Well. That’s definitely medieval looking.”

Sal smiles and unlocks the doors, pushing them open.

“Sal,” I whisper as we walk inside. “It’s gorgeous.”

The room is incredible. It might be in a castle but they’ve done some work to make it airy and light, and the space is filled with a blend of modern luxuries and priceless antiques. There’s even what looks like a private patio beyond two more glass doors, and I skip into the room, marveling at it.

“You like it?”

I beam at Sal. “I love it. How did you know about this place?”

“Google.”

I laugh as he moves our bags into the closet. When Sal turns back to me, I wrap my arms around him, my nose brushing against his.

“Hey,” he whispers, smiling against my mouth.

“This is nice,” I say back.

When I lean in to kiss him, it starts out slow. I’m just thanking him for the way he put all this together…

But then the kiss deepens.

Moments later, I’m clawing at him. Our clothes fly off of our bodies like leaves in a summer storm. Sal groans as his fingers run over my body, and I lick the sound from his lips.