Page 125 of Sinful Hearts

He tastes like cinnamon.

Soo good.

I love it.

Moaning against his lips, I start fumbling with his belt.

Desperate and needy.

He grabs my wrist, stopping me. “Wait.”

I whine, my breathing labored as I inch back and frown.

“Does this mean I’m good to go?”

I turn slowly, mortified to find a man around Emilio’s age emerging from the dining room. A laptop is in one hand, and his phone is in the other. He glances between us, amusement clear on his face.

My cheeks flame, and he smirks.

Kill me now.

Emilio releases a heavy breath. “Liliya, this is Franko. He’s one of our security guards. He was keeping an eye on the house.”

I shyly wave at him, unable to meet his eyes. “Hi.”

“No, you’re notgood to go,” Emilio says to Franko. “You can wait in your car.”

I peer out the window, now realizing I missed that there was another vehicle in the driveway. All that was on my mind was fucking my husband.

Franko salutes us. “You two have a nice night.”

He’s out the door in seconds.

The courage to become a sex kitten and attack my husband is gone.

I glance around, biting into my lip and scratching a nonexistent itch. “So, that’s why you stopped?”

“Yes.” Emilio steps closer, and my breathing hitches. “If another man saw you naked, I’d have to pluck their fucking eyeballs out.” He brushes hair from my face before stroking my cheek.

Such a gentle touch while his words are so murderous.

“You’re formy eyes only,” he says, emphasizing each word.

I trail my fingers down his chest and whisper, “And the same with you? Formy eyes only?”

He smirks. “Are you saying you don’t want another woman touching me?” He dips his head, lips running over my jaw.

I tilt my head, giving him better access. “I doubt I can stomach the whole eye-plucking part though. So, how about we just don’t risk it?”

He groans. “I love it when you ramble.”

His mouth moves to my neck, sucking gently, and heat surges through me.

My thighs clench.

I giggle when he lifts me off the ground and tosses me over his shoulder. He rushes up the stairs, taking two steps at a time, and my body bounces with each one.

He kicks open the bedroom door, turns on the light, and lowers me to my feet. “Let’s finish what you started downstairs.”