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Her smile drops. “What?”
“You can set your laptop up in the bedroom, or kitchen, or wherever you like. But I also had a second desk brought into my office. We can share it until you get your own office designed. Or we can expand that one and share it all the time.”
“What––Share?” She blinks like that will help her understand. “Why do I have to meet with a designer?”
“Because you need to remodel this place.”
“I don’t––Nero, that’s…” She looks around at the extravagant movie room. “That’s ridiculous.”
“It’s not.” I take her elbow, guiding her to one of the plush loveseats. “I didn’t build this house, I bought it. I had a designer come through and furnish it. I’m not attached to any of it.”
“But I like it,” she insists as she lowers herself onto the cushion.
I shake my head, following her down. “Start with the bedroom.”
“But––”
“Sorry, Baby, you’re not gonna win this one.” I haul her into my side. “The bedroom is me. It’s not us.” I kiss her forehead. “It needs your color.”
CHAPTER70
Payton
Toto’s soft snores,from where he made himself comfortable on a pile of blankets, is the perfect backdrop to the end of a perfect day.
And I have a feeling there’s going to be a lot of perfect days from here on out.
Spending the day with Toto, getting to know each other, was better than I’d ever imagined. Of course, even in my daydreams I was still scraping by in an outdated little house, not living in a mansion, with a mafia boss.
My mafia boss.
I cuddle further into Nero’s side, relaxing, as the familiar scene of Dorothy falling asleep in a field of poppies plays across the screen.
The arm around my shoulders tightens and Nero growls, “That’s it.”
My head lifts at his gruff words. “What is it?”
He’s already dislodging himself from me. “I can’t wait anymore.”
“Wait for what?”
Nero doesn’t answer, he just slides off the couch, and kneels in front of me. “Come here.”
I don’t have time to comply before he’s gripping me by the hips and pulling me across the buttery leather until my butt is on the edge of the couch. My legs parting so my knees go to either side of his hips.
“Everything okay?” Humor and lust fill my voice, because he looks like a man on a mission.
“I’ll be okay when I get a taste.”
He hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me closer, until our bodies collide and his mouth slams into mine.
Heat explodes in my core as Nero leans into the kiss. His tongue demanding entry as his hard cock rubs against the seam of my leggings.
My hips rock, following the pressure, as my lips part to allow his tongue to sweep across mine.
We moan at the same time, and the vibrations weave together, trapping us in a cage of desire.
My breasts feel heavy. Achy. And I want to rip the bra from my body. I need the layers gone so I can feel his bristly chest hair against my nipples.
