Loving The Mafia Boss

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rd the door close. His eyes

his voice low and firm. "You should go

ve. "I don't wa

d an eyebrow bu

erself. "I came up here because of you," she

owed me?"

used. "I want

his arms. "You'v

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d his gaze

r chin up. "I

and turned his back again.

kno

police o

w that

d. "And you want to be alone in a room wi

m slowly, step by step

ly. "You don't know wh

, I

" he said. "You

was little space left between them. "I'm not a child. I know who you

s expression tight. "You don't u

're experienced. Some even say danger

ez didn

r step closer.

slowly. "Because

owned.

e you're the daughter of a cop. Because you

e edge of his suit jacket. "Maybe I

uch. "You don't know what

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from her again, his jaw tight.

w behind him. "That's not

ly, his voice rising

raid you might actua

them spoke. The only sound was the soft beat of music from

said softly

r, not moving.

u've done with others.

there was no humor in it. "You d

re firmly now. "I wa

again, but this time hi

hat I should or

. Then his hand moved. Slowly, he reached f

idn't p

e said quietly. "You have

still

d, he stepped forward suddenly and pulled her closer, one han

mething?" he said, hi

ommanding, and nothing like Alice had ever known. His hand stayed tight at her waist

e made a soft sound against his mouth. He

to keep goin

she whi

rned into another, and then another, until she was pressed against t

thing. He stood between her knees, holding her hips still, ki

ust enough to lo

shaking,

er head. "I'm

gaze. "You

er again. Longer

he started undoing them one by one. He didn't stop her. He only wa

e placed her hands fl

his fingers through it slowly. "You'

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gain, finding the zipper of h

t it fall to her waist. He touched her skin g

his voice quiet now. "You don

to want me

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ms, carried her toward th

ou. That's exactly wha

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