Page 89 of Double Trouble for the Mafia Prince

What happens after is not.

I follow the line of her wrist with my thumb, then her forearm.

She watches, motionless, her breath slower now.

When I lean in, brushing a kiss to her knuckles, her lashes flutter and fall.

I’m not sure which of us moves first, but a second later, our mouths meet in a kiss that doesn’t feel tentative. It feels inevitable.

Her hands slide up my chest as I reach for her waist, pulling her onto my lap.

She comes willingly, her breath catching, her body pressing against mine as if she’s been waiting for this, too.

The kiss deepens, slow but hungry, her lips parting beneath mine.

I taste her sigh before I hear it.

Gianna shifts again, one leg draping over my thigh, her arms winding around my neck.

Her mouth trails to the corner of mine, then to my jaw.

I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in, grounding myself in the reality of her.

This isn’t some club girl I’ll never call again.

This is the woman I married, the mother of my children, the only person who has ever truly challenged me.

When I slide my hands under her dress, she makes a small sound, almost a gasp, her breath hot against my ear.

She isn’t wearing much beneath it, just silk and lace, barely there, and when I find the edge of her panties and hook my fingers beneath, she tilts her hips to help me.

"I wasn’t waiting up for you," she whispers as I push the fabric aside.

"No?" My voice is rough with desire.

"I just…couldn’t sleep."

"Good." I press a kiss beneath her ear.

Her head falls back as I touch her, slow and steady, coaxing the pleasure out of her in waves.

She’s responsive, almost too much so, as if this week of restraint has built into a storm inside her.

I watch her as I move my hand, watch the way she starts to fall apart just from my touch.

It’s addictive, seeing her like this.

And it’s more than that.

It’s intimate in a way that feels dangerous.

She moans quietly, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Dante…"

"Tell me what you want," I murmur.

"I just want to know," she says, voice low, coiled tight, "if this thing between us means anything beyond what you want to fuck when you're bored."

I raise a brow.