Page 109 of Mafia Obsession

The utter beauty of this man makes my center throb.

Ares stands to his full height and approaches me slowly. His expression breaks from gentle into possessive.

“I need you naked,” he murmurs.

His fingers move to the hem of my sweater dress. He slowly lifts it over my head and drops it to the marble floor.

In my underwear, he sets me on a stool from under the long vanity and removes my boots, massaging my calves. I feel the heat of his gaze long before I meet his eyes.

Piece by piece, he removes the rest, my bra, my cotton panty. When the last barrier between my nakedness and his eyes disappears, cool air brushes over my bare skin.

For a moment, neither of us speaks. Then his voice cracks.

“I was so worried about you.” He kisses my bare stomach, and bubbles tickle me from the inside.

It’s a fuzzy feeling I’ve never experienced before.

Testing the water again, he turns off the faucet. “Let’s get you in the bath, then I’ll wash you. Letmetake care ofyou.”

I hold on to his shoulder as I lift my leg to step into the tub, but Ares cups the achy flesh between my thighs.

“This is mine.Youare mine.” His fingers slide into my folds. “Tell me you finally understand and accept that.”

“I understand,” I answer, my body instantly heating to his touch. “I want that, too, Ares.”

And now that he knows about Sandrine and I don’t have this secret between us, I can give myself to him. My pulse jumps,thinking about what my ultimate submission will create in this man.

He sees or senses the uptick, and his hand closes around the column of my throat. “I want you in so many ways. It’s driving me mad.”

“I’ve wanted you all this time, too,” I whisper. “I was just terrified to admit it. To you. To myself.”

His eyes flash at my confession.

“I needed to hear this.” He swipes at my exposed clit with his tongue. “And you will come to me with your needs. Any hour, wherever I am. The minute you show up, nothing else matters to me but you.”

Those words land like a shower of rockets. It appears my leaving had an unintended consequence of making Ares realize his sixteen-hour days were not sustainable for a happy relationship. I don’t bother asking for details. I just let him lick my clit and finger my pussy until I’m dripping and shuddering against his mouth.

Smiling at my orgasm, he lifts me and gently lowers me into the tub. Sea green sparkles under the foam, and it smells minty. When the hot water hits my center, fresh from an orgasm, it’s a pleasant shock to my system.

The heat wraps around my aching muscles, and a quiet sigh escapes me before I can stop it.

“Mmm,” Ares breathes against the back of my neck. “Sounds almost as satisfying as the climax I gave you.”

“It’s a tie,” I say and lean back.

Ares kneels at the edge of the tub behind me. His hands rest on my wet shoulders, and his thumbs press slowly into the tight muscles there. He eases the tension in steady circles while more rising steam fills the air.

After a moment, he reaches for the handheld sprayer and tilts my head back slightly. “I’m going to wash your hair.”

That part is unexpected.

Wetting my hair first, he works a dollop of citrus shampoo through it with patient strokes. His fingers slide through the strands gently to massage my scalp.

The simple intimacy of this flusters me more than anythingelse he’s done. This is personal. This shows I matter to him.

He rinses the shampoo and repeats with the conditioner, leaving it on my hair while he reaches into the tub and strokes me to another insane climax.

Our mouths meet with urgency.