Page 182 of Mafia And Maid
“Perfect.” Without warning, he lifts me up over his shoulder. It never ceases to surprise me how effortlessly he carries me. A sharp slap to my ass makes me gasp, and I can’t help the soft, needy sound that leaves me.
“Wait,” I laugh. “What about Ethan?”
I swear I hear him making a pros and cons list in his mind before he drops me back to the ground. “After?”
“After, we’re cleaning the kitchen,” I remind him.
The hungry look in his eyes makes me shiver. His pupils are blown wide, his eyes nearly black. A wicked, dangerous smile tugs at his lips. He stalks forward until I’m backing into the edge of the counter. “You’re torturing me, baby.”
“I think you can manage.”
He presses in further, his nose skimming along my throat, making my eyes roll back in my head.
I squeeze my thighs together. Every single one of my nerves is on fire for him—and he knows it.
He sucks at my sensitive skin. And I can’t help the soft sound that leaves my lips.
His fingers play with the sash of my cover up. “I think you want this just as badly as I do, baby...”
I nod, tilting my head back to give him more access.
He pulls back to gently lift me onto the counter. And he exposes my bathing suit to him.
“Fuck me, Rosa.” He breathes against my skin as his forehead rests on my shoulder. “When did you buy this?”
“Last week...”
“And you’ve had it this whole time?”
I nod. It’s the right balance between sexy and classy. High-waisted bottoms that cut high on my hips and a halter top that cups my breasts while showing just the right about of cleavage.
It’s not something I’d usually buy, but after a lot of persuading, Kori, Juliana, Cate, and Debi managed to convince me. Of course, I’d spent all this afternoon with it covered up—I’m a work in progress—but I’m glad that Camillo is seeing it now.
“Damn. We never would have left the bedroom if I knew you were going to be wearing this today.” His hot breath sends a shiver down my spine, straight to my core. “Fuck, baby, how am I supposed to resist you when you’re dressed like this and look so damn delicious?”
“There’s always dessert after dinner,” I tease, but I’m just as wound up as he is. Fingers roaming over the hard planes of his shoulder and back, they slip under the fabric to feel his heated skin.
“Fuck that.” His finger drags down the center of me and between my legs, my hips rolling in response.
“Hope everyone is decent!”
Camillo groans. “I swear to fucking God someone better be dying,” he mutters in reply to Marco’s voice.
I giggle, earning a low rumble from him as I brush my body against his, stretching my way down to the ground once more. “Be nice. He’s your brother.”
“Brother? I don’t have a brother. That man is dead to me if he keeps on cock-blocking me.”
“Someone wants a drink!” he announces from the mudroom before I hear the soft click of the door and Marco lets Ethan into the kitchen.
Camillo grumbles once more—something about payback. I swat at his chest, laughing as I spot the top of Ethan’s head.
“Wow… Momma is gonna be mad.”
Camillo gives me a sideways glance. “Is she now?”
Ethan’s eyes are as wide as saucers. “Uncle Millo, you made a mess. A reallybigmess.”
“I did, yeah.” Camillo rubs the back of his neck before moving to hoist Ethan into his arms. His small, squealing giggle fills the air, and I melt even more for this man. “You’re thirsty?”