To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss
“The sunrise was too beautiful to miss.”
He chuckled, his hand resting on my waist, his touch both gentle and possessive.
“Beautiful, like you,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my body.
“And you’re not so bad yourself,” I replied, my voice playful, my tone laced with a carefully constructed flirtatiousness. “Though you could use a bit more sleep.”
“And you could use a bit more… attention,” he countered, his voice laced with a hint of playful menace. His hand moved lower, his touch lingering on my hip, his gaze lingering on my body.
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