Page 132 of Mafia And Maid
Reluctantly, I turn around and muster one of those practiced smiles. One that crinkles around my eyes to make it appear genuine despite it being anything but.
“What happened?”
“What do you mean? Everything’s fine. I enjoyed the BBQ. You should go back and join the others.”
“Not before you tell me what’s going on.” The arch of his brow is all I need to see to know that he’s not buying my acting. Another thing to add to the list of things I fail spectacularly at. “Tell me,” he whispers firmly, tilting my chin toward him. Those deep brown eyes of his searching my own for some hidden answer.
The words lodge in my throat. My gaze darts to the side. I don’t want to cry. Furious, frustrated tears gather regardless.
“Rosa.” His voice caresses over my face as he leans toward me, forehead pressing against mine.
I squeeze my eyes shut, banishing the sting.
“Please, baby?”
Those two words crumble what little resolve I cling to. “I’m not needed here anymore,” I choke out.
“What?”
“You don’t really need me anymore now that everyone’s back.”
Camillo jolts like I’ve slapped him. Something flickers across his face. A feeling bubbles into my gut as rejection fizzles to life in his eyes, hardening the warm chocolate of his irises into steel. “You want to leave?”
I’m unable to look at him. “You hired me to do a job. With everyone here, there’s no point. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
“Rosa,” he breathes into my hair, before pulling back. “You don’t have to leave just because there’s nothing to clean or cook. You can’t possibly overstay your welcome here. Because youbelonghere.”
Those eyes, now warm once more, search mine as he towers over me. They sparkle with some emotion that makes my stomach flutter.
“You have a place here.” His thumb swipes over my bottom lip before cupping my chin. “Ethan has a place here. So, you’re staying. Even if you’re not needed to clean or cook as often.”
“Okay,” I exhale with a smile.
And Camillo’s lips tilt up into a knee-weakening grin before he claims my mouth. “Good. Do you want to go back down?”
“I’d rather stay here, if that’s okay?”
“Even better.”
And I can’t help the soft smile as he pushes me back onto the mattress.
Camillo’s lips along the column of my throat banish the thoughts, leaving a welcome blankness.
I lie back on the bed, trembling with desire. He crawls over me like a predator, drawn to me with an intensity that makes my emotions spin out of control.
I watch him as he peels off my clothes and then his. His hands spread my legs, his lips kissing all the way up from my calves to my inner thighs.
I’m consumed by the intoxicating scent of him and the sight of his hard desire for me.
I feel his hands gripping my ass and hauling me closer to his mouth.
And then he holds my thighs wide open as his hungry tongue devours my pussy, sending shivers down my spine.
I try to pull away as the tension builds. But he won't let me, intensifying his teasing and sucking on my clit until I can't even control my moans.
Every lick along my seam brings me closer to the edge...
And when I finally reach it, I scream out in pleasure, my whole body shaking under his tongue.