Chapter 118

118.

If he wasn’t gone or doing whatever business a gangster handled—and she

couldn’t imagine it had much to do with marketing or public relations, but

probably involved some accounting—he had her on the bed, in the tub, on

the couch, or against the wall.

Once, he even took her in the solarium in the middle of breakfast.

She’d offered a token protest at the ability of anyone to see them, but had

soon forgotten her objections when his hand traveled under her skirt to

stroke her bare mound. Forgoing panties had been her idea, but he’d loved

the discovery so much that he’d forbidden her to wear them at all after that.

She’d pretended to mind and had argued, but had acquiesced fairly

easily. Mainly because she enjoyed the sensation of different (or no) fabrics

against her bare lips, and also because there was something deliciously

naughty about teasing him with the knowledge that she wasn’t wearing

underwear—especially when he was about to go somewhere and had no

time for se