Nico (Ruin & Revenge #1)(51)
“What bastard wouldn’t?”
“Nico…” She moved close to him, stroked her fingers through his hair in a soothing gesture that did much to ease a pain he had never realized he carried in his heart.
“Love isn’t worth the pain,” he said.
“Love created you.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek, as she whispered in his ear. “A dangerously delicious, sexy, handsome mob boss.”
If love felt anything like how he was feeling right now, he would be able to take on Tony and the family and the Falzones and even the fucking Sicilians with one hand tied behind his back. He would be able to fly to the fucking moon, dive to the bottom of the ocean, catch a star and bring it back to the earth. Would he feel this way for his Sicilian bride? He’d always been resigned to a loveless marriage, but then he’d never had a taste of what he might be missing.
A growl of pleasure rumbled in his chest. “That’s Mr. Mob Boss, to you.”
She gave him a seductive look through the curtain of her lashes. “I hear mob bosses like to seduce geeky hackers.”
He slid his hand under the tablecloth to stroke the bare skin below her skirt. “I thought you were the one seducing me,” he murmured. “Coming to my casino wearing those fucking hot socks, and this dress that just begs a man to take it off, dancing like you’re fucking, letting another man touch you … You had to know I couldn’t stay away.”
“That makes two of us.”
For a long moment he didn’t move. If he’d had any doubts about her reason for showing up at the casino tonight, he had none now.
She reached over, loosened his tie. “Why the suit?”
“The suit goes with the business.”
“Is that what this is?” She brazenly slipped the knot and undid the first button on his shirt. “Business?”
It should be about business. The business of revenge. The business of making his family strong again. But she was making it so damn hard, giving him those long, searching glances, breathing deep so he couldn’t help but watch her breasts rise and strain against the tight bodice of her dress, licking her lips so he could watch the flick of her little pink tongue and imagine her lush mouth wrapped around his cock.
“There is nothing businesslike about what I want to do to you right now,” he growled.
“So I’m at the mercy of a ruthless, horny mob boss?” She slid the tie off his neck and dropped it in her lap, an invitation he was unable to refuse. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her in that moment. He was totally and utterly at her mercy.
“Ruthless?” he asked, struggling for control, and no small bit amused.
Her cheeks flushed a delightful pink. “I know your reputation.”
“In business or in bed?”
“I’ve seen what you do for business.” She undid the next two buttons of his shirt, feathered her fingers over the throbbing pulse on his neck. “I’m waiting to see what you can do in bed.”
*
Sexytimes countdown with a horny mafia boss:
Five minutes: Nico yanks Mia from the booth, heedless of the way her dress rides up as she slides across the soft, plush surface of her seat.
Four minutes thirty seconds: Nico shouts for Lennie and tells him he’ll be using Lennie’s office. Orders Lennie to keep the food warm and the drinks cold. Snatches Lennie’s key.
Three minutes thirty seconds: Big Joe frantically calls the guards stationed around the restaurant, and tells them to secure the back hallway and office area.
Three minutes: Nico half drags, half carries Mia through the restaurant to the back hallway with Big Joe running behind them. People rush to get out of Nico’s way. Mia murmurs apologies and mutters excuses—sick relative, death in the family, car accident, medical issue, urgent need to tear off clothes and have hot, wild sex. No. Wait. Scratch that.
Two minutes: Nico unlocks office door and yanks Mia inside. Brief pause to tell Big Joe to stand guard and not to disturb Nico unless someone dies, and even then, only if they are family.
One minute thirty seconds: Nico slams and locks door. Pushes Mia up against the wall. Plasters his body against hers and kisses her so hard she gasps for breath.
Thirty seconds: Nico reaches under Mia’s dress and tears her panties away. Mia congratulates self on not wearing her comfy cotton briefs.
Twenty seconds: Nico yanks on laces holding bodice of her dress closed, slips shoulder straps over Mia’s arms. Dress falls to filthy office floor. Nico growls with pleasure as he helps her step out of it.
Ten seconds: Bra whisked away. Nico tells Mia to leave her socks and boots on. Mia guesses it’s not because he’s worried about the floor that looks like it has never been washed.
Five seconds: Nico says, “Spread your legs for me, bella.”
Finally.
One second: Nico makes long leisurely perusal of Mia’s naked body, making her overheat. Eyes go wide when he notices her ink.
Pause in sexy times countdown.
“Madonna.” Nico breathed the word, and sudden panic coursed through Mia’s body. She was ready now. She was wet now. She wanted him now.
“Fuck now. Look later.” She reached for his belt.
“No.” Nico clamped her wrist and drew her hand away. With his free hand, he traced the delicate lines of the tattoo on her side, following it down to the pink petals that covered her hip. “How far does it go?”