Page 29 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

This is not good.

If I close my eyes, I can pretend that we’re hugging. That he’s holding me close, that his fingers skating over my skin are doing so out of care.

Desire.

Things that I walked away from once.

And honestly, if he offers…

I’m not sure I can do it again.

“Gia?”

“Yes?” I say. My voice is wobbly, but I managed to keep it quiet so I’m certain that he has no idea that I’m about ten seconds from ripping off his dumb soft shirt and sliding my hands up his tattooed chest…

Oh fuck.

Now I’m thinking about how his chest is full of tattoos and muscles and oh my god…

“Why are you shaking?”

“Um.”

He pulls back. “Tell me where it hurts,” he growls.

I shut my eyes. “Sal. It doesn’t hurt.”

“Then why are you shaking?”

I’m a good liar. Naturally. I’m really excellent at it.

For some reason, I’ve never been able to lie to Sal. He sees it almost immediately. I tried to lie to him once on the way from Minsk to Elio’s house in Italy.

It didn’t go well.

So instead, I tell the truth.

Kind of.

“My body is… reacting to you.”

I’ve never seen Sal go so still.

I shut my eyes so that I can keep going.

“It’s just you’re so close, you know. You’re warm and your hands feel really good on me and I just really like that and…”

I need to stop now. If I don’t stop now I’m going to say something stupid.

Like I really want you to fuck me on this marble countertop.

“You’re saying you’re cold?”

He’s just fucking with me now.

I snap one eye open and glance at him. “No. Sal. I’m not saying that.”

“What are you saying then, Gia?”