Page 51 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

I can’t help the smile that curls at my lips. “But you’ve pictured me as a lover.”

“Sure.”

It’s one word that she puts out into the room, but underneath it, I can read so much more.

She doesn’t want to tell me how often she’s fantasized about me.

“You’re correct, Gia. It isn’t just about me.”

I walk over to the couch and sit so that I’m facing her. We aren’t close, necessarily.

But the air between us feels like it’s sparking.

She sips her wine. “Okay. So, the person you’re… with. They like to be submissive.”

“Yes.”

She tilts her head. “Why?”

I lean in slightly. “Life is full of choices, tesoro. Some are easy. Some aren’t. But they must be made, as certain as death and taxes. When I’m with someone, I take the choice away from them.”

“That sounds…”

“Freeing,” I say before she can say anything else. “It’s freeing.”

She doesn’t respond, but I can see the goosebumps on her arm.

I smile. I inch over on the couch until we’re sitting side by side.

I lean in and run my fingertips over the skin of her leg. “Look at this. Your body responds to my touch. Everywhere I put my fingers,” I pause, trailing the tips of them over her skin, “you feel something. Did you decide to do that?”

“No,” she whispers.

“And when I go higher…” I trail my fingers just to the edge of the shirt she’s wearing, stopping before they disappear beneath.

Her breath hitches.

I look up at her. “You like it.”

“You don’t know that.”

I laugh. “Oh, Gia. I do. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes widened. You shivered slightly when I got close, but you didn’t flinch. You want me to keep going.”

“What if I didn’t?”

I chuckle. “You’d be making a decision based on what you think you should want, instead of what you do. That’s the problem with choices,” I whisper.

My hand slowly creeps toward the juncture of her thighs.

She looks down, but I use my other hand to remove her wine glass and set it on the side table. I put a finger under her chin, tilting her face to look at me.

Slowly, I move my other hand under the hem of the shirt.

“The thing about choices is you make them based on lots of factors. You calculate. You decide. You listen to a million people as you make that decision. But I only have one person to listen to.”

She’s breathing hard now. My fingers brush her inner thighs, and I push her legs apart slightly. “Open, Gia,” I say.

Gia hesitates. That one second of hesitation makes my heart slam into my ribs.