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His thumbs brush up the column of my neck sending shivers of arousal down my arms. "You have an appointment to remove the IUD when you go to New York next month?"
"Yes." I try to ignore the way my body is reacting to his nearness.
You'd think with all the experience I have doing that, I'd be better at it. Six years married to a man who turns my crank just by being in the same room makes for a lot of practice not showing my sexual excitement in the company of others.
"Thank you."
My brows furrow. "For what?"
"For being willing to give me another child."
"Like you said, it's part of the agreement."
"You are too good of a mother to see our children as a means to an end."
"Which is why the timing of my pregnancies matter. I needed to know I could handle parenting Neri with my other responsibilities before adding to them."
"You don't have to run the galas."
"That's not what our don said."
"As you have pointed out, he is not your husband."
Now he wants to take the stand that Patrizio's word isn't law in our marriage? When it's something I actually don't want?
"I like using my education," I point out. "Even though we're using the benefits to launder money, the mafia's take from them is no more than most charitable organizations' overhead costs. And each gala finances important endeavors. It makes me feel good to be part of that."
Sliding out from under his hands, I say, "I think we've hit our quota of talking for the month."
Not one word of it has assuaged the pain in my chest at the knowledge that I'm just a walking, breathingwombto the Mancinis.
Needing some time to myself to process and put my game face back on, I go back over to the door. "Can you unlock this for me? And I'll let you get back to work."
"Not just yet." He's closer now. I can hear it in the nearness of his voice.
But he moves like a darn shadow and it startles me when his hand covers mine on the doorknob.
He tugs me around to face him. Molten grey eyes devour me. "You stripped in front of medical staff, your bodyguard and my capos."
I frown. "I was angry."
"Yes."
"With good reason."
"Perhaps."
"So, unlock the door."
"We have one more item on the agenda."
What agenda? "This wasn't a planned meeting."
"You are not leaving without an undeniable reminder of who this delectable body belongs to."
Chapter 6
Las Vegas, Nevada
