“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?”
She half-turned to show him the delicate pattern of flowers that extended from her ribs, down her side and over her hip, the last few vines ending just beside her mound.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
“The flowers are tiger lilies.” She blushed, slightly embarrassed by his intense scrutiny. “They are the only flower that will continue to grow in the vase after being cut. The meaning of tiger lilies I liked best was, ‘I dare you to love me.’” She dipped her head, shrugged. “They kind of sum up all my emotional issues growing up in the kind of family I did. They give me hope.”
Nico pressed a soft kiss to each flower, working his way down her hip. “If I had to pick a flower for you, this would be it. Bold and beautiful and wild.”
Her arousal dropped to a slow, throbbing pulse and she turned again to show him the rest of her ink so he wouldn’t get distracted again. Her fingers dangled over her right hip. “This is my favorite piece.”
“Molto bella.” He studied the intricate tribal design that wound its way over the front of her hip, beneath where her panties should have been, and down her thigh, interweaving pink butterflies, roses and thorns with the words, “Love me as I am” inked along the top.