Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“Christ, Nina.” The same emotions filling my chest show on his face. “You are the miracle.”
Georgi pulls out of me and lies down beside me. Propping his head on his palm, he trails patterns over my breasts, stomach, and abdomen with his other hand.
We stare at each other for a long moment, and I find myself utterly lost and in love with Georgi. It feels like he hung the moon, created the stars, and set fire to the sun.
He takes a deep breath, then murmurs, “I’d go through that hell a million times for you.”
Gripping hold of his shoulder, I pull myself up so I can wrap my arms around his neck, and I kiss him with all my heart.
Suddenly, a phone rings and Georgi breaks our kiss. He reaches over me and grabs his cellphone, looks at the screen, then swipes over it.
Putting the device to his ear, his tone is dark with worry as he asks, “What’s wrong?” He listens for a moment, then a cruel smile I haven’t seen since the chamber forms on his face. “Thanks, Rosie. Send me all the information. I owe you.”
He ends the call, then moves off the bed and walks to the bathroom. I get up, and grabbing my nightgown, I put it on while waiting for him to come out.
“I have good news,” he calls out before he enters the room again. In all his naked glory, he stops in front of me and frames my face with his hands. “Rosie found Boris and Anton. They’re in Spain.”
A frown instantly forms on my forehead. “How’s that good news?”
“I’m going to go get them so they can pay for what they’ve done.”
My eyes widen, and I shake my head wildly. “It will be too dangerous.”
“Danger is my middle name, baby.” He winks at me, then walks into his closet and begins to pull clothes off hangers.
“Georgi.” I cover my racing heart with my hand. “Don’t go. Please. Stay here where it’s safe.”
He drags on a pair of boxers and cargo pants, then locks eyes with me. “I’m a capo, Nina. I can’t let them go.”
I rush closer. “I’m begging you.”
Georgi places his hands on my shoulders and bends at the waist while I tilt my head back, then he uses a tone I haven’t heard before. It’s all power and darkness. “You’ve seen me fight, and that was when I was caught off guard and outnumbered. I’m taking my men with me. I need you to have faith in my abilities as a head of the Cosa Nostra. I’ll be gone four days at the most.”
His word is final, and I realize no amount of begging will change his mind.
Georgi has been gentle and patient with me, and it’s made me forget who he is outside of this penthouse.
“I have faith in you, and I know you can fight.” I let out a shaky breath as I admit the truth to him. “I just want to selfishly keep you here with me because I’m scared our happy bubble will pop.”
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me against his abs and stomach. “I get it, but nothing is going to change just because I have to work. I promise. If anything, the few days apart will make us miss each other.” He draws back and nudges my chin up so I’ll look at him. “Take the time to process what’s happened between us, and when I return, we can talk about it.”
“I don’t need to process it. I meant everything I said, and I don’t have any regrets about sleeping with you.”
He stares at me for a moment, then says, “In that case, move into my bedroom. When I come back, I want you to sleep in my arms every night.”
I like the idea very much and it brings a smile to my face. “Okay.”
“Kiss me, baby,” he orders in a tone that makes my abdomen clench while a mischievous smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
I lift myself onto my tiptoes, but it doesn’t help at all. “You need to lean down.”
He shakes his head, playfulness all over his face.
I glance around the closet space, looking for something to stand on, but there’s nothing. Scowling at Georgi, I walk away so I can get a running start.
Either he catches me, or I face plant.
As I run toward him, my nightgown opens up, and when I launch myself at him, he easily catches me mid-air.
My breasts squash against his muscled chest, and I grab hold of his shoulders while slamming my mouth to his.
When I wrap my legs around his waist, my clit rubs against the bulges of his six-pack, and I moan into him.
“Fuck that,” he growls against my lips. “Work can wait another hour.”