Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
His gaze met mine, and a smile spread slowly across his face. Just as I reached him, he pulled his hat off and tugged me closer before pressing his lips against mine.
“Lolli—Gypsi,” Trev called out, and I felt slightly guilty for kissing Garrett so openly in front of our kids, but unable to stop it.
Garrett released my mouth, but his hands stayed on my waist as he turned his head to look at Trev. “Things handled?” Garrett asked.
Trev gave his father a nod, then turned his attention back to Gypsi. “I was thinking pizza. I can get some ordered before I get a shower,” he said to her.
Happy that Trev had plans to entertain Gypsi, I turned to Garrett.
“Could we go to your rooms?” I whispered, placing a hand on his chest.
“I was planning to charm you with food and wine first,” he replied near my ear. “But if you want to do that privately in my suites, then I’m happy to. Whatever you want.”
I glanced briefly at Trev and Gypsi walking away. “They seem to be getting along well. I’d like to have you all to myself.”
Garrett chuckled. “Then, you shall.”
He pressed his hand to my back and led me into the house, then directly to the elevator. Gypsi and Trev were already gone off to wherever they were headed.
I knew the boy was clearly attracted to Gypsi. That was to be expected. What boy wouldn’t be? But it was Gypsi I watched. She treated him like a friend, but there was something in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. I didn’t need to worry. She was a smart girl. Sometimes, I worried she was too careful. Adventures only happened when you were open enough to jump in blind, not sure what the outcome would be.
I snuggled against Garrett’s side as the elevator climbed to the fourth floor.
He pressed his nose to the top of my head and inhaled. “I missed you.”
Smiling, I kissed his chest. “I missed you too.”
The doors slid open, and I stepped into the first of Garrett’s elaborate rooms. I loved the scent of his cigar in the air.
My gaze went to the fireplace. “Do you use that in the winter, the few days that it actually gets cold enough to use?” I asked him, thinking how cozy it would be to have a fire roaring while we were curled up on the sofa together.
“Not often,” he replied. “But if you want a fire, then we will have one. I’ll even have the air-conditioning turned down to make the rooms cold so that we can use it whenever you want. Fuck the weather. I can control that too.”
Grinning, I turned to look back at him. “That sounds a little like you might have a God complex,” I teased.
His lips twitched. “I have a Mafia boss complex. That’s more aligned with Satan, wouldn’t you say?”
I bit my lower lip and let my gaze slowly trail down his body. Tight shirt, jeans hanging on his hips, boots.
“There are many things I like about your Mafia boss persona,” I admitted.
His long legs brought him over to stand in front of me. “Those many things all have to do with when I’m fucking you,” he pointed out. “That’s the only time I get to boss you around and control you.”
I reached up and touched a button on his shirt. “I don’t know. I’m getting better at some things. I accepted the ridiculously expensive piece of luggage you gave me. It’s in the car with my stuff in it.”
“You have everything you need here. You never need to bring anything when you come. But I’m glad you’re using the Louis Vuitton duffel bag. I intend to add to it until you have a proper set of luggage.”
I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes. “Don’t get carried away.”
He smirked. “There’s my stubborn girl.”
I realized he’d been making a point, and a laugh bubbled out of me. “Okay, fine. Maybe I just like the bossy, controlling Garrett during sex.”
Garrett brushed my hair back over my shoulder, and his gaze fell to the last bite mark he’d left on me. “I might need to save my gifts for when I’m buried deep in that hot little cunt.”
I shivered. “That would be unfair.”
“Hmm,” he replied as his eyes lifted to meet mine. “A Mafia boss rarely plays fair. Especially when he wants something.”
I leaned into him and pressed a kiss against the veins in his neck. “What is it that you want?” I asked, trailing kisses against his warm, sun-kissed skin.
“Other than you?” His voice was husky.
I was affecting him. I loved that.
“Yes,” I probed.
He moved his hand from my waist to cup my butt. “I want you to go to Paris with me. Tomorrow. Spend the week.”
I stilled. Paris? He wanted to take me to Paris?